Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Let it Be Known: I hereby am to deliver to a special treat from the most high Queen of Red Hearts in the Kingdom of Over There Across the River. If you take this message to Her Majesty’s baker on the Baker Street around the corner from the Avenue of the White Pawns, you will have “tarts given to you from the Knave of Hearts.” That is all. Carry on. |
Hi, Lola! I am stopping by as part of my travels in "Wonderland" . We are all having a blast writing poetry, stories, and personal blogs. The "Mad Hatter's Tea Party " contains so much sweetness, I can feel the sugar buzz coming on. So, I would like to share with you these tarts given to you from the Knave of Hearts : |
I was just passing through on my way to Wonderland (which is an activity happening all month long full of madness and strange, scavenger like activities by a group of mad and maddening writers), because the latest activity is to share a messege with someone new. When I saw you standing there with a brand new item all ready to be read, I thought you could use something sweet. Here are some tarts given to you from the Knave of Hearts. No, that's not me. At least, I didn't think I was a knave when I woke up this morning, but so much has happened since then that I'm not sure quite what I am anymore. Take them with my good wishes. And welcome to Writing.com |
She/You, Lola, appeared on my hub. Message more when I'm awake. Just wanna say hi. |