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Alirin ran and ran down the path, trying her hardest not to cry after her terrible encounter with the Hunter Queen and the Headless King. She grew tired of running after a while and started to walk again. Not long and she heard some crying again.
She turned a corner and saw an odd creature sitting on a rock and crying. Alirin walked up to him slowly and asked him why he was so dreadfully upset.
“Sit down,” the Mock Turtle said, “and don’t say a word until I’m finished.” So Alirin sat down.
“Once, I was a real Turtle” the Mock Turtle said with a mournful sigh. This was followed by an extraordinarily long pause.
“When we were little,” he finally continued, “we went to school, and the master was an old turtle – we used to call him Tortoise...”
“Why did you call him Tortoise if he wasn’t one?” Alirin asked.
“We called him Tortoise because he taught us,” the Mock Turtle said angrily, “you are very dull!”
“What courses did you take in school?” Alirin asked, ignoring his insult.
“Reeling and Writhing of course, to begin with-“ the Mock Turtle said, “and then the different branches of Arithmetic – Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.”
“I never heard of “Uglification”” Alirin said.
“Well then,” the Mock Turtle said, “if you don’t know what to uglify is, you are a simpleton.”
“What else did you learn?” Alirin asked, feeling rather bored and annoyed with the insults.
“There was Mystery, ancient and modern, Seaography, Drawling, Stretching and Fainting in Coils.” the Mock Turtle answered, counting each subject on his flappers.
“How many hours of lessons did you do a day?”
“10 the first day, 9 the next, and so on...” the Mock Turtle said, with another deep sigh.
“That is an odd plan!” Alirin exclaimed.
“That’s the reason they’re called lessons, because they lessen from day to day.” the Mock Turtle answered. This was again followed by a long moment of silence. Then the Mock Turtle began to sing.
Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Beau-ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau-ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo-oop of the e—e—evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup
Before Alirin could even react to the odd song a large bowl of soup flew out from behind a tree and smacked the Mock Turtle over the head. He sat there for a moment slightly dazed and waving back and forth when suddenly a spoon came out from behind the tree and hit him as well, causing him to drop dead off his rock.
Alirin walked away slowly and continued down the path, by now not at all shocked by the sudden death of everyone she met, and wanting more than ever to return home.
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Dead
Fea - Red Queen - Cobbler - lynched Day 1
Boro - the Caterpillar - Shirriff - killed Night 2
Sally - the Dormouse - Wolf - lynched Day 2
Izzy - White Rabbit - Ordinary - killed Night 3
Glirdan - Mad Hatter - Wolf - lynched Day 3
Greenie - White Night - Seer - killed Night 4
Nogrod – Cheshire Cat – Wolf – lynched Day 4
Nienna - White Queen - Hunter - killed Night 5
Inzil - King of Hearts - Ordinary - hunter killed Night 5
Morsul - Mock Turtle - Ordinary - lynched Day 5
Alive
Wintywinty – Tweedledum
Mira – March Hare
Agan – Queen of Hearts
Shasta – Knave of Hearts
Lottie – Duchess
Nerwen – the Dodo
Legate – Jabberwocky
Skip – Humpty Dumpty
Lommy – the Gryphon
Brinniel – Tweedledee
Now Night 6.