My name is Alice, I am nine and a less than a quarter, and sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Tilting his head, he looked around the room there were in now, but Thor saw no sign of her. “It would seem we must go on a search before we are to execute our plan. I shall search the remains of the lower level if I may give thee the task of the upper rooms. Shall we proceed?”
The only acknowledgement she gave was a skip, as she clambering away up the stairs in a flurry of skirts and smiles. It would only occur to her a moment after that she should take care to be more quiet. After all, Dinah was most likely settling down somewhere enjoying a nice nap. Slinking down from her tiptoes onto her hands and knees, she was quick to check beneath her bed. Empty.
Disappointed, Alice rose and settled down onto her bed to think upon where Dinah might be after all. So consumed by the idea that Dinah would be hiding, it wasn’t until a full minute had passed, that Alice’s gaze finally wandered over her sheets to find a small lump of white fur curled up at the corner of her bed and snoozing away.
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Eddie looks around, scrambled.
"Hey! Whose kid is this?
Like, seriously has anyone forgotten their kid or what?”
He wasn’t very good with kids.
He certainly did seemed very distressed at her presence. “I don’t mean to pester you, sir, if I do. I’ll simply take my leave.”
How long are we to look so regal?
He did try to hold his laugh, but it felt a bit impossible. Her reaction was a bit darling. It wasn’t a nice thing to do, but it would have Wilson show up to save the day, wouldn’t it? “Hm— We could… Frighten her while she rests a while. No one likes to be startled from a deep slumber!”
”Hmm…” Gingerly chewing the inside of her cheek Alice considered the proposed plan. Interfering with sleep seemed horribly fiendish, as she considered naptime of the utmost importance. Nonetheless, she nodded sheepishly. “Where is Dinah?”
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“Really? But ‘tis not a malicious or rude thing to say at all! Cats are cats, they cannot be helped, not in the least!” Mice seemed to be such sensitive creatures. Even more so that dogs, and dogs have their feeling hurt quite often if one wasn’t polite. “But right you are! We must show her that Wilson is a gentle soul of a creature. He would protect her from great harm if it came down to it—” And what a terrible idea it was now… “Perhaps we should scare her until Wilson comes about to save the day…”
”How cruel!” Shocked at the thought that she could ever be cruel enough to scare Dinah on purpose. And yet a devilish streak hidden deep within caused Alice to pause and consider it with a subtle tilt of her head. “If it’s necessary I suppose…” She reassured herself; if it was for the best, then it was not so much cruel as it was necessary. “What would frighten a kitty?” She wondered out-loud.
“You are quite right of that, little love! Only does it seem when they have exhausted themselves do they lay near each other in peace, but it does not e’er last, does it…?” How terribly stressful it was, attempting to get two very different creatures to get along. Thinking a moment, Thor smiled at the thought Alice proposed. “Oh, yes of course! He would ne’er harm her, but since they cannot speak to one another, she does not see it that way! If there was only a way they could speak…”
”You know, I was once in the company of a mouse who’d never even let me say the word ‘cat’ he thought it was quite rude—despite my intentions!” Throwing her hands up with the soft exclamation, she continued quickly, afraid she might lose the point of her story before getting to the end, “What I mean is that the mouse wouldn’t let me speak, oh no not at all; he thought all cats were the same. He simply didn’t want to hear about them. Perhaps Dinah has had a bad history with dogs, and she thinks them all the same. We must show her that Wilson is different!”