Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Perrine just jumped on my lap and calmly announced, "Mr. Dodgson is at the door." While I was staring at her -- she is usually not very vocal unless she's chittering at birds -- the doorbell rang. The gentleman standing there, dressed in a suit that looked like it must be like a hundred years out of fashion, handed me a cupcake with purple frosting, said, "Baltimore's sky is far too blue. I must go," and turned and ran away down the block.

Unfortunately he was looking at the sky, not the ground. I shouted, "Mr. Dodgson! Watch out for that...!" but I was not quick enough, and he fell into a large crack in the sidewalk, disappearing from sight.

I thought I heard him cursing and saying something about rats that were supposed to be rabbits, but it was hard to tell at that distance. A girl in a blue dress is standing over the crack now, and seems to be talking to him, and I know I heard her say something apologetic about Baltimore's not having many rabbits.

I wonder whether I should call 911. I wonder whether I should dare to eat this cupcake.