“Hey Majesty, Queen Mamma,” said the Chocolate Rabbit, unrolling a scroll, “verses Carrot Glace.”
“Feel lucky I think you’re cute, Carrot,” muttered Dota as they showed Carrot into the courtroom.
The jury listened as Chocolate read off the accusations brought against Carrot by the Queen.
“Never mind all that,” cut in Mamma, “get to the part where I lose my temper.”
“...Thereby causing Queen Mamma to lose her temper,” finished Chocolate quickly.
“Ready for your sentence?” asked Queen Mamma, rubbing her hands together.
“But we don’t even have a verdict yet!” protested Carrot.
“Mamma, couldn’t we have just a couple of witnesses, huh?” interrupted Dota. “For me? Cause I’m so cute? Please...?”
“Oh, mou, fine,” said Queen Mamma, sitting back in her chair, her arms crossed temperamentally.
Two Haz Cards carried in the March Chestnut by the hair. The Mad Cake dashed in after them, yelling, “Hey, I’m the only one who’s allowed to manhandle him!”
The March Chestnut blushed furiously.
Ignoring the Mad Cake, Queen Mamma proceeded by asking, “What do *you* know about this case?”
“Nothing whatever,” said Marron.
“Nothing whatever?” repeated the Queen.
“No, nothing whatever.”
They tossed the March Chestnut out of the witness stand. “Hey!” shouted Carrot, but he was ignored. Marron limped away.
“Next witness!” bellowed Queen Mamma.
Then they tried to drag the Mad Cake into the witness stand, but he didn’t want to leave the Chestnut’s side. “Get on with it!” shouted the Queen, and Gateau quickly sauntered over.
“Where were you when this horrible crime was committed?”
“At home... um... drinking tea,” he said nervously, casting a glance at the March Chestnut, who wouldn’t look back. “Today’s my unbirthday, you know,” he added quickly.
“Mine, too!” exclaimed the Queen.
“It is?!?”
“It is!” replied the queen.
After blowing out her unbirthday candles, she unwrapped a purple crown, which, unfortunately for Carrot, it turned out to be the Zaha Cat.
“The Zaha Cat!” shouted Carrot.
“Where!”
“On your head!” But he was gone.
“I’m sick of your nonsense! Off with his head!” shouted Big Mamma.
But Carrot ran. There was no way they would get *his* head. They pursued, but it was no good. He was too fast, and he ran, and ran.
He dove into a teacup, and swam for it He washed through the old Norwegian door.
“I’ve got to get out!” he yelled.
“But are you,” said the doorknob, opening his lock so Carrot could see.
So he was! He lay there, under the tree, back on Spooner.
The entire planet was running after him, it seemed, and he shouted through the keyhole at his other self as his only hopes to escape. ‘Carrot! Carrot! Wake up! Whatever you may think, you *aren’t* dreaming about beautiful women! Carrot! Wake u- Ahhhh!!!!”
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