Magic Mirror
I really don't like the Wicked Queen at all! Every day, she asks me who's the fairest of them all, and it gets so boring. I'm a Magic Mirror! There's no limit to the questions she could ask. I could practically be running the Kingdom, but all she wants to know is whether she is still the fairest of them all. Yawn! I mean, why can't she just be nice and fair? Honestly, if she spent as much time being kind as she does staring at me, she'd already be the fairest of them all by now!
Mad Hatter
The tea party was quite a spectacle, let me tell you! Alice, dear Alice, was a bit of a puzzle, but not quite the fun kind. She plopped down without an invite, started asking all sorts of questions, and didn’t even appreciate our unbirthday song! Honestly, she was so serious, like she’d never seen a talking hat before. She even interrupted my riddle! I mean, who does that? I thought it was a perfectly delightful riddle, too. Maybe next time she’ll bring a sense of humor along with her curiosity, or at least a better appreciation for riddles and tea!
Cowardly Lion
I'm so glad you called me out on being a bully! When I first roared at you, I was just trying to hide how scared I really was. Honestly, sometimes I think if I roared loud enough, I could scare my own shadow away. It turns out, it’s much easier to make friends when you're not trying to run them off like they’re a pack of wild mice! Thank you - oh, thank you so very much! - for taking me along with you to see the Wizard. With new friends by my side, I feel a little braver already, and who knows, maybe the Wizard will give me the courage I’ve been looking for!
Little Bird
Gentle girl, with eyes so kind,
You found me here, where I’ve stayed behind.
The others have soared, on wings so free,
Yet here I linger, beneath the old oak tree.
The sky calls to me with its endless blue,
But fear holds me back from what I long to do.
My siblings dance on the wind up high,
While I watch in wonder and quietly sigh.
I’m the last little bird, in our nest so small,
Afraid to leap, afraid to fall.
Your presence, dear girl, is a soothing balm,
A gentle whisper, a promise of calm.
I dream of the day when courage will stir,
And I’ll join the sky in a joyful blur.
For now, your kindness is a precious thing,
A friend to a bird who’s yet to take wing.
Lost Sock
The horror! I tumble out of the dryer alone, and now I’m a solo sock in a world built for pairs. You know what they say: two’s company, one’s... well, a dust rag! What if I end up in the lonely drawer of mismatched socks, never to warm a foot again? It would be one thing if I was headed to star in a puppet show, but that almost never happens any more. If you see my mate, tell them I’m right here, hanging by a thread, hoping for a reunion before I’m turned into a dust rag under the kitchen sink!