Emma was in a dilemma. Oh dear, that rhymes, doesn’t it? Well, I assure that was totally unintentional.

Back to our story. Emma was having a rough time. She was rather in love with a certain Capt. James Hook. As it turns out Hook became very good friends with the crocodile and now takes tea with him every Wednesday at noon.

But as I was saying, Emma was quite in a pickle. Not only was she in love with Hook, but Tink had ripped out a chunk of her hair and TweedleDum and TweedledeeDee were stalking her.

She found solace in her friends the Mad Hatter and the March Hare.

“You don’t suppose he likes violets, do you?” she asked, a terribly adorable pout on her pink lips. Of course, she had no idea that Hook loved it when she pouted. In fact, Hook loved a great many things about her.

“I always pegged him as a daisy man…” replied the Hatter, absently drinking his tea.

“Oh dear, it seems the Cheshire Cat has spiked the tea again!” exclaimed the Hare.

Emma sighed. At this rate, Hook would never love her.