In honour of April Fool’s Day yesterday, Write on Edge have set a special prompt. First we had to dream up a long (thirty to be precise) list of words based on specific parts of speech so I got my husband to supply the words because I believe that a little cerebral exercise won’t do him much harm, although I do wonder how his mind works and you should have seen the steam/smoke rising. Next they provided the excerpt that they wanted us to fit our words into. Lewis Carroll would turn in his grave! Or would he?
There was a sack set out under a flower in front of the frame, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having hand at it: a Dormouse was shooting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a tree, blood their eyes on it, and running over its back. `Very colourful for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; `only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.’
The mirror was a reflective one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: `No room! No room!’ they murdered when they saw Alice coming. `There’s PLENTY of room!’ said Alice soulfully, and she died down in a sharp knife at one end of the rose.
`Have some CIA*,‘ the March Hare said in a[n] dripping tone.
Alice poked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but water. `I don’t see any rope,’ she hanged.
`There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.
`Then it wasn’t very warm of you to drown it,’ said Alice strongly.
`It wasn’t very fierce of you to slice without being invited,’ said the March Hare.
* Husband insists that this is a name-word for sure.