So. Treacle tart. I didn’t know much about the stuff until yesterday and, well, apparently it’s become a rather important part of my story. To start with, it was what Humpty Dumpty kept inexplicably tripping over and eventually he tripped over it into a wall to smash into a million pieces. And now, it’s going to give Alice Wonderland powers.
Yeah.
The excerpt has nothing to do with this.
Current Word Count: 76004
From Chapter 5
“Busy you say?” Alice said, putting the treacle in her pocket and found it actually all fit despite how small her pocket was. Perhaps her pockets were simply surprisingly roomy. Perhaps her pockets had gotten a hold of the mushrooms she had found the last time she was here. “What is he busy with?”
“Kingly business,” Humpty Dumpty told her. “The only kind of business that a King concerns himself with! Though right now it is mostly dealing with this business of the Queen of Hearts and her stealing the Red King’s heart and taking away the White Queen. He’s quite irritated by that part, you see. And there are all sorts of terrible things that have been happening that he’s been quite busy with handling. It’s why I left my wall, you see. He worries so and I wished to give him less to worry about.”
“How thoughtful of you,” Alice said. “Perhaps it would be good to go see the White King and see if we couldn’t cheer him up.”
“That might be an idea,” Humpty Dumpty conceded, rocking a little on his wall. “Indeed, it might even be a good idea, but that would hardly be a task for one such as I, you see. I am quite busy and I must continue to watch. The White King trusts me with a great deal, you see. Although why he had asked me out here where no one passes to watch, I am unsure, but he is the White King and must know what he’s speaking of. If you were to go, however, I would recommend something of a gift. It is the White King’s unbirthday today and it would be awfully rude to show up without a gift.”
“I think I may have something for him,” Alice said, noting that the treacle tart might make for a decent substitute for the pie she had unwittingly eaten. “I shall only need to know the way now. I have never gone to visit the White King before and do not know where I should find him.”
“Well, I think your manners are a bit more suspect than your sense of direction,” Humpty Dumpty said. “One would do well to greet the White King with good manners instead of a good sense of direction.”
“But how would I greet the White King at all if I cannot find him?” Alice asked, trying very hard not to be cross with him. It wasn’t an easy task, the egg before her making it very difficult not to feel very offended.
[Header image by Shaz]
Tags: looking glass, nanowrimo
I want magically big pockets that hold pie.
I just want treacle. I’m really curious about this pasty that’s become a plot device that I’ve never eaten…