The Mad Hatter waved his flamboyant array of kinky-nosed,rainbow-feathered and all other sorts of ludicrously-designed bonnets,boaters,sou'westerners,tribies,panamas,under the grip of his pale,phantom-like and creaseless hands,over his head that flaunted a huge egg-domed hat across which vibrant and fluffy ribbons were tied and one lone purple-indigo strand drooped down as low as his bushy eyebrows,swaying freely in the light,cool breeze.

"Oh!Me and my hats and my riddles!When will some witty stroller succumb in sheer awe to my nonsensical but futuristic works and take them to be masterpieces?!"

The poor,miserly creature pounded his head with his 'odd' and 'crap' hats and sat down in the cold and windy cobblestoned street,in frontof which was laid out a bloodred mat which had his collection of self-crafted hats for sale.

The crude and crass-looking street teemed with beggars who arced the street, sitting empty-handedly, dressed in modest winter wear,whose bereaved expressions voiced the voids of profound grief and the elusiveness of bliss in their street went by the name of 's,named in honour of the valiant elephant who died for Wonderland in the epic war of Santraphene, waged in isolated Zyannie( dwelt here ages ago, which was then a sprawling marketplace but transformed into this syate after the ravaging war).

Abruptly,the Cheshire Cat,all grins, appeared on a snaky branch of the great willow, which rooted curiously out of the flagstone,over the Hatter,waggling its tale playfully.

"Hi,Hatter!"The Cat greeted him cheerily,slowly and magically descending in thin air ,its tail circling its body.

"Need a hat, pussy?"the Hatter asked quite dully,his despondent tone betraying his mood.

"Oh, that please-"it pointed to a blue sunhat but vanished all of a sudden and within a minute,it was back, wearing a red bowler hat.

"Oh!I recently bought this hat from the Tinseltown fair!Anyway, thanks!My snug little home has not been able to endure yesterday's colossal latrine shower and I have to find a nice architect for building another cozy hose for me! Have a nice day!"The Cat grinned again and disappeared, leaving a green-eyed Hatter, lost in thinking about a beautiful house with a fireplace, oozing warmth.

However, soon the Cat reappeared and picked its bowler hat which had fallen behind in his act of vanishing and quite politely told the Hatter," You see!" With grin, it was nowhere.