I have it on good authority that Alice washed the tea cups and the white rabbit was so appalled he lately threw them all away. Some of the shards landed in the Mad Hatter's hat and he tossed that hat out with the pieces. Landing in a tree, it fell upon the Cheshire cat who stopped grinning long enough to cover it with hair and pass it along to the Queen of Hearts who, it is said, sneezed so hard she blew all the feathers off her croquet mallets.
A day like this should be dismembered and I suggest a good rollicking Zen morning laugh for a start.
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