The forest crunched with a crunchity crunch and the brambles cracked with a crackity crack. Trees bent and moved and branches scratched at the great beastly thing’s thick hide. The beast passed with the chittering bramble. It was hunting.
The great beast grumbled and grambled as it moved. It sniffed and snaked its tongue over leathery jaws. It snithered through its ivory teeth. It wanted to snicker snap. It wanted to bite. It wanted to chomp and chew. It chittered and stomped pushing trees and snapping branches as it passed. The Mome Wraths glowed and scattered. They fled in terror so as not to be squenched and sqittered in the great beast’s wake.
“Where are you going?” The familiar voice sounded in the great beast’s ear and it stopped stomping. It looked around the forest breathing its rotten breath that steamed with all of its foulness.
The great beast chittered and smacked with its tongue in a language that only one other knew.
“Yes I am well aware of the girl and what she does and where she be in the present now, but what concern is she to you?”
The great beast flapped its leathery wings as it chittered. It chomped as it grumbled and grambled. It told of its hunger and the sweetness if the little girl, her flesh and how it wanted to chomp and smack her in its jaws. Its tongue slithered and it began to drool.
“I do not believe that is the wisest course or the choosiest choice. This hunger of yours has caused you discomfort before. So let it be told, if I may be so bold…”
The growl came suddenly and the head shot forward. The great leathery beast’s mouth snapped shut. It felt the Cheshire Cat’s body on its tongue. It tasted the blood as it went pop squishy, but when it felt around in its mouth it found only air.
“Now now, that is not nice and no way to treat one so close, who wishes no harm unto the who, that is you.” The Cheshire Cat appeared upside down with its head sitting right side up on the Jabberwok’s nose.
The Jabberwok’s yellow eyes narrowed and stared down the length of its nose into the emerald green eyes of the Cheshire Cat. It growled and chittered and peered angrily. Then its head whipped and snapped again, the movement so fast it could barely be seen. The mouth closed on a great puff of orange smoke as the Cheshire Cat vanished again.
“I am only here to give you some warning.”
The Jabberwok looked around and found the Cheshire Cats head floating like an animated balloon up in the branches.
“I know what will be and what will fall you my friend, my other. I have seen as I see true. Do not pursue this tiny little thingy thing. It is her fate to hold yours in her hands. I would not like the seeing of your end so soon. What would I do?”
The yellow eyes of the Jabberwok seemed to consider for a moment, then it began to chitter again.
“No, I’m afraid the Queen is the same and no change is in store. The Tarot are considering my proposal, but have not yet come to a decision. I have heard a rumor of fates I do not want to give hope to. This girl, Alice is her name, she carries a great destiny in her hands. I don’t hold to that either, but you, my friend, my brother, my foe, you must stay away.”
The Jabberwok considered again. Then it shook its head and its eyes turned from yellow to a furious red. It chittered and chortled. It snickered and snackered at the air. Then it began to snap at the Cheshire Cat’s floating head.
It sniffed the air and turned. Its tongue jutted out and it scrambled forward with a brambling ramble that echoed through the Tulgey Woods. It crunched with a crunchity crunch and brambles cracked with a crackly crack. Trees bent and moved and branches scratched at the great beastly things thick hide. The beast passed with the chittering bramble. It grumbled and grambled as it moved. It sniffed and snaked its tongue over its leathery jaws and snithered through its ivory teeth. It wanted to snicker snap the little thingy thing. It wanted to bite and chew and chomp the Alice. It chittered and stomped pushing tree and snapping branch. The Mome Wraths glowed and scattered and fled in terror so as not to be squenched and sqittered in the great beasts pass.
The Cheshire Cat sighed as he watched it go. It didn’t like death, but it seemed death was coming again. It had seen too much death
The first time the Cheshire Cat died was the day he was born. His first life, lasted, not quite a full minute before it was lost. The rest of his lives were not so short. He was most famous for the one which included a charming little girl named Alice. All of his lives lasted for different amounts of time and took place, mostly in different time frames, but everything seemed to stem from his first life, of which the Cheshire Cat had no recollection.