(January 2nd, open to Cheshire & Manson who have wandered away briefly from the junkyard.)
"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea tray in the sky!"
The crazy hobbled pup moved through the risen graves of the Maple Hill graveyard. His ears perked as he turned back to make sure Manson was still following him. For unknown reasons Cheshire wanted desperately to head to the graveyard. He just wanted to see it. It would remind him so dearly of his brother, Karloff, and of his owner who loved everything gothic and death related. In his other world she was the black queen of the chess board!
He stopped at a gravesite. He wondered briefly if the person lying there was in their own wonderland. "It would be so creepy and dark," he mused, "Not like MY wonderland. Tis a golden afternoon, wouldn't you agree brother?"
Cheshire stayed put however, waiting patiently for Manson. There was no way he was going to press on without him.
Scoot scoot scoot. Scoot scoot scoot. Manson scooted along with his back legs, aimlessly following Cheshire. He really had no reason to want to be out here, except Cheshire had wandered off and he'd followed.Perhaps his brother had finally found the mothership and that's why they were out here. Or at least he hoped so.
"It'll be a golden afternoon indeed brother, once we join the Mothership and travel to the stars." Two-legged pup stopped beside his hobbling brother, lifting his body off the ground with practiced ease. He still wobbled a bit uneasily before settling in a balance with his feet. He took a long look around the graveyard. His eyes fell on a few headstones, and he briefly wondered if they'd known the Shaggy Green Messenger before their departure into the other world.
"Have you seen the Mothership brother?" He asked in a curious, conversational way, turning to look at Cheshire. "Would she be out here amongst these stones?"
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
Cheshire shrugged and squinted at the headstones and above ground graves. This was NO wonderland of his, not by any means. And as used to his brother's own alien words, Cheshire was positive it wasn't at all one of those either. The male shook his head softly.
"No mother ship, no mushrooms, no caterpillar." He sounded disappointed. "Do the aliens speak of this world? I've never seen anything like this in MY readings." Cheshire's knowledge of Wonderland came from movies mostly, despite his owner reading him the book. However, nothing looked familiar. Perhaps Manson's aliens would lead him to the gardens of the queen or the forest.
"It also smells rather foul here," he mumbled, "Perhaps the Dutchess has been arguing with the cook again...."
"No, the aliens have never spoken of such a place. They have other ways of respecting their dead." He shrugged. "But I seem to recall humans tend to bury their loved ones in dirt. Seems rather silly if you ask me." He leaned far over a tombstone, lifting one ear as if listening for a voice. "If they're buried in the ground, how can they fly to the stars?" He straightened up, looking sad. "The ground blocks their way. I think we should dig them out brother, so they can fly away. The Shaggy Green Messenger would be pleased." He shuffled awkwardly around the tombstone he'd just leaned over, keeping to the perimeter of where he assumed the body was buried.
"Will you help me Cheshire? Help me free these poor trapped souls. They need to join the Mothership among the stars." He crinkled his nose as he noticed the smell Cheshire had mentioned. "Perhaps the odor is one of sadness. They're sad they can't leave."
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
Did anyone die in Wonderland? They had to have. The nonsense of the world he so loved hid things Cheshire knew to be fact. His maw parted slightly, eyes crossed as if his mind had malfunctioned. His wonderland...
He shook his head and turned towards his brother. He smiled and nodded. "The Walrus and the Carpenter, were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see such quantities of sand: "If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!" The male's tail wagged.
"We are the walrus and the carpenter today, dear friend, instead of the Hatter and the cat," he said, dancing to the front of the grave with his own little rhyme, "We shall help these creatures to reach the stars, but with what, I ask you that?"
Manson blinked, and then smiled, waiting patiently as Cheshire said his poetic piece. And he nodded as if he understood perfectly. "With our paws dear brother. It's very simple you see. You dig them out. And I supervise." He shuffled a little closer to Cheshire and looked at him with a bright smile. "You see, I am lacking the tools for the job...I cannot dig." He looked down at his own chest, at either side where front limbs were usually at on other dogs. "But you can." He looked up at Cheshire, his face bright again.
"See those paws? You can set them free. Set them free dear brother." He looked up at the sky overhead, his face still bright with a smile. "The Mothership is waiting to receive their souls."
(Am I the only one to find this little venture the slightest bit creepy? XD)
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
Cheshire placed his hand on his forehead and saluted his brother. His tail wagged as he pressed forward, moving to the gravestones. His teeth clenched as he stared at the stones trying to pick which one to begin digging in. "Up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky!"
He paused, ears lifting as he stared towards the above ground graves. "Oh dear, oh dear," he sighed, "Manson, Hatter, wise one. What of the boxes here? Are their bodies here? Perhaps if we open one it's like falling down a rabbit hole!"