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I've been watching over Johnny for 20 years now. I gotta say...I never thought he would make it. He was the Queen's hat maker and hat wearer. He would make hats day and night for the bloody big head. Whenever they were the ones she liked, as a reward, he rechieves 10 beatings. If she hated them, as punishment, he gets 20 lashes. He managed to live through the pain and torture he suffers day after day. He wasn't a very healthy site at all. He was tall, had a long orange beird and hair, his pants were tattered and torn and he wears no shirt at all. There were many lashes on his back, sides, front and chest. His eyes were not green, but instead were bright red. Hatred and rage consumed him for all these years. He lives down in the dungeon, making hats of all sorts. His arms and legs were chained to the wall and floor. He was so skinny that his rib cages were noticeable. He was indeed a mess. A mournful mad mess. He would have to live the rest of his life in the dungeons, until that very night. When the whole palace were asleep and he was tending to his hats, the Dormouse and I snuck into the palace, pulled a key off the guard that leads to the dungeon, and entered it without being seen by the guards and/or soldiers. We found John, sitting to the wall making a new hat for the queen, until he looked up and saw us.
"Hello," he said with a smile, "You're not with the Red Queen's followers, are you?"
"No," I answered him, removing my hood, "We are friends. We come to help you, John."
He looked up and gave me a very startling look that made Dormouse afraid.
"What did you call me?"
"Johnathen Harrington Hightopp. Your mother and father were Alice Kingsleigh and Tarrant Hightopp."
He looked to one side and tears start to form in his eyes. I could tell this was hard for him to except the truth.
"Where are they? My parents."
"We don't know. But we are searching for them John."
"Enough of this damn conversation," said the Dormouse, picking the lock on the shackles, "We got to get out of here, now!! The guards will be hear any moment!"
"Stand back," I said, unsheathing my sword.
She did what was told and moved away from the shackles. With one swipe of my blade, the chains of the shackles were broken, but the shackles remained on his arms and legs.
"Now we must leave before-"
"Did you hear that?" said one of the guards on post.
"Damn. We have to find another way."
Then rumbling was heard behind me and I turned to find John removing a loose block that leads to the outside world.
"Hurry," he said urgently, "There isn't much time for dilly-dallying."
"You had a way to escape," I said, "and you never used it?"
"I was chained silly," he said with a smile.
We've reached the outside and were just a few spaces away from the horse. So we wasted no time but to mount the horse and ride off.
"SOLDIERS!!!!" screamed the Red Queen, "THE HATTER'S ESCAPING!!! CAPTURE THEM ALL AND OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!!!!!"
But the bloody big head was too late as we were long gone and out of site. Our mission was complete.
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