<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: The March Hare<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Cat, Dormouse, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The Hare smiled as one girl bounded over to him and the other crawled so fearfully and clung to her.  The tears on Dori's face caught his eyes and he gazed at them, wetting his lips as a man starved would at the sight of a feast.  And perhaps that was what it was.  Teabags found their way to one hand and the other reached to pet the cat's hair.  <br/><br/>"That's good kitty," he murmured as his fingers stroked, "Mmm... such soft fur..."<br/><br/>But his eyes were paying heed to Mouse's tears and he bent his knees to squat down and bring himself nearer.  "Oh you've brought quite a pretty little mouse to Daddy haven't you?  But is she a <em>good</em> mouse?  I mean, isn't it the cat that's supposed to grip the mouse tight so they can't escape?  What sort of proper mouse clings onto the cat instead?"<br/><br/>His tilted his head to the side and lifted an eyebrow as he considered a moment.<br/><br/>"Still, her tears do smell ever so sweet...  And a bad Mouse would cry sour tears... So she must be a good little mouse.  And if she's your mouse then it's fair and proper that you could trade me her sweet and pretty tears..."  He lifted his right hand and the two tiny bags it held.<br/><br/>"One for each eye..."<br/><br/></span>