The Hatter was used to having unexpected guests drop by and always had a spare cup to give to those that did. It didn’t happen too often because most people in the neighborhood “knew” all about the hatter and were somewhat reluctant to hang out with him and his cronies. They would laugh at the oddest things for no apparent reason that a normal person could understand. The Hatter would hand you a cup of tea and immediately snatch it back as if he’d just seen something wicked crawl out from the cup. And then he’d forget to re-fill it and give it back to you. Then he’d ask how your tea was and when you looked at him blankly, he’d mutter something about ingratitude. All in all it was unsettling to say the least to drop by for a cup of tea. If one had the impulse to go, one usually thought better of it before long and would decide not to go…if you were wise that is. Be forewarned if you’ve never gone!
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