<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;">"Oh yes," he agreed as she nuzzled and licked the girl, "She's a fine mouse indeed."<br/><br/>Hare watched as the Cat coaxed and teased and touched her mouse to present her to him.  His hand moved to open his coat and to find one of the tiny mismatched bottles that lived in the folds and seams.  They found an empty one, pale golden brown glass with a stopper in the shape of a heart to seal it.  He lifted it and eyed it closely, turned to look between it and Dori a few times before nodding.<br/><br/>"This one's her."<br/><br/>He pulled the stopper free and leaned closer then, lifting the tiny bottle to Dori's cheek and brushing in slowly upwards to dam the flow of her tears until they spilled over the lip and trickled along the side of the bottle.  He brought it to the edge of her wide and downturned eye and then moved to the other cheek, gathering the flow of salty tears from that one with the same intense care before lifting the bottle and swirling the liquid that now rested inside it.  With a grin he capped it and it vanished into his coat to be replaced by the two little bags.<br/><br/>"Sweets for sweet girls as promised," he said as he held them out.  His other hand moved to pet Cat's hair again, trailing through it to find and trace the curve of her ear and then to brush her lips where they nuzzled the other girl.<br/><br/>"Such sweet girls indeed."<br/><br/></span>