‘A very Merry Unbirthday to you.' It was a special day. Days? It was a day that Hatter looked forward to everyday. Except for his birthday, that is.
His friends would be there. Begrudgingly. But they'd be there. You see, they were running out of unbirthday gift ideas. What do you get someone that has 364 unbirthdays a year?
It was present time. Hatter sat at the head of the table. A present from Cheshire Cat. A coffee maker. 'I drink tea' Hatter said confused. 'I know' Cheshire said as he vanished leaving only a trace of his smile behind.