Good
morning evening day, everyone~! It would seem we've gotten quite the new influx of arrivals of late~ Paradisa seems to be quite busy lately. Always nice to be busy, I suppose. It keeps one away from trouble. ♥
I hope those new to the castle haven't found their stay too inhospitable as of yet. The castle, like most things in life, has it's ups and downs. Much like a circle!
○ ○ ○ ○ ○Although you all do talk to yourselves a great deal when you think no one is listening. It's quite silly to talk without an ear to hear, if I might be so bold as to say.
Many of you may be wondering, "Who is this man, and why is this place full of loons?" I don't know why you would think the castle is full of exotic birds, so I cannot answer the second question, though I am greatly saddened to have to admit it. However, I can certainly answer the first~!
I have no name that I can recall, but I
am a hatter. The only hatter in Paradisa and the lands around, I believe, and so I suppose that would make me
The Hatter. And some call me Mad. So, the Mad Hatter, at your service.
If you wish to use me in a bibliography, it would be 'Hatter, the Mad.'
Welcome to Paradisa. ♥
{
he starts humming the tune to "twinkle-twinkle little star", but eventually he adds words which go: }
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat~!
How I wonder what you're at~
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky...!