Alice meets the Cheshire Dog

In a huge forest, there were colored trees that had various grey signs posted on them, which were pointing in many directions like the arrows on a compass. There were two more signs of the same color posted on patches of grass as Alice was walking on a pink-colored dirt path.

"Now let's see. Where was I?" she said as she looked at the signs that were written "UP", "YONDER", "GO BACK", “"THIS WAY", "THAT WAY", and whatever else that had to do with the directions anyone wanted to go in big black letters. She had to make a big decision, and she hoped that the path she would pick may lead her to Timothy. That is, if she would be able to choose the right one. "Hmmm, I wonder which way I ought to go..."

Voice: '*Twas brillig, and the slithy toves*
*Did gyre and gimble in the wabe*
*All mimsy were the borogroves, and the momeraths outgrabe*

Then Alice took a peek from behind the tree. Her hands were placed on the roots of an olive-colored tree, and she bent over to look right behind it as she asked herself, "Now, where in the world do you suppose that..."

"Lose something?" the same voice asked the blonde-haired girl, startling her and thus interrupting her brief search. The female looked up to see a white big smile in the shape of an upside-down crescent moon hovering above a branch on the purple tree, and she let out a nervous chuckle.

"Oh! Hehe, Oh uhhh...hehe...I- I was...no, no, I- I- I- I mean, I uhh...I was just wondering..." she answered him.

"Oh, that's...quite alright," the voice said to her with a chuckle. "Oh, one moment, please."

A pair of white eyes then appeared above the mouth, and a silver harmonica materialized in front of it. A high note was played, even though the voice knew that it was the wrong one. He then played a few low notes before his humanoid dog body came into view, and the harmonica faded away.

The humanoid dog is Arabic, wearing loose-fitting clothes. His name was Dijon the Thief.

Alice knew that the new person she had met looked exactly like the Arabic dog she was going to talk to.

"Oh, second chorus," Dijon said, and he started to sing the same line Alice heard earlier as he was sitting on the branch with one leg crossed over the other.

Dijon: '*Twas brilllig, and the slithy toves*
*Did gyre and gimble in the wabe...*

The humanoid dog's appearance was a major surprise to Alice, as her eyes widened slightly and her mouth formed into a small "O."

"Why...Why, you're a dog!" she said to him, her surprised face shifting into a smile of amazement.

"A Cheshire Dog." the humanoid dog said to her as he tipped his turban to greet her. Then Dijon then resumed his song by singing the next line.

Dijon: *All the mimsy were the borogroves*

As Dijon was singing the next line of his song, his legs waved in front of him, and he had disappeared in a flash. Alice thought that he was about to leave her, though she had just met him.

"Oh, wait!" Alice called out to him, "Don't go, please!" Dijon then reappeared behind his legs, peeking through it to see Alice as he was in the same position as he was earlier.

"There you are," he said to her playfully, before his body completely came into view again when his legs were out of the way. "Third chorus."

"Oh, no, no, no," Alice said to him. "Thank you, but-but I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go."

"Well," Dijon crooned with a smile still on his face as he then placed his elbows on the branch and lifted the lower half of his body in a vertical motion. His pupils rolled around in a 360-degree motion, and his legs lowered down partially. "That depends on where you want to get to."

Alice started to say something to Dijon, "Oh, it really doesn’t matter, as long as I g..."

"Then it really doesn’t matter which way you go! Ah-hmm!" Dijon interrupted her. With that said, the humanoid dog did a back-flip and he faded once again, and his legs appeared in a straight line on the path and around a flabbergasted Alice. His giggles ricocheted throughout the forest as he sang the same last two lines of his song.

Olaf: *All mimsy were the borogroves*
*And the momeraths outgrabe*

His feet then stopped right in front of her, before Dijon reappeared on the sage green tree. Alice then approached him, still bewildered by his magic act and his playful voice.

"Oh, by the way," he said to her, placing his arm on the tree and crossing his right leg over his left. "If you'd really like to know, he went that way."

Dijon's left arm pointed in the western direction as his pupils moved to the right, then to the same direction as his arm.

"Who did?" Alice asked him, feeling curious about who he was talking about as she raised an eyebrow.

Dijon was now sitting on the branch with his elbows on his legs as he answered Alice, "The brown circus mouse."

A smile of delight formed on Alice's face, and she held her hands together in front of her as she then asked him, "He did?"

"He did what?"

"He went that way!"

"Who did?"

"The brown circus mouse!"

"What circus mouse?"

"But didn’t you just say...I mean...Oh, dear."

With a frustrated sigh, Alice turned away from Dijon, folding her arms crossly as she shook her head in dismay. She was in for another baffling conversation with every person she had met in the odd world she had followed Timothy into the whole time.

Dijon took off his head and placed it on the branch, before his body stood on it as if his head were a ball. "Can you stand on your head?" he asked her with a wink.

Alice turned to him again and scoffed, her hands at her sides as they were held into fists. Dijon's body then hopped off his head and placed it back onto him, looking left and right and pointing his left thumb to the right as he added, "However, if I were looking for a brown circus mouse, I'd ask the Fox Hatter."

"The Fox Hatter?" Alice repeated, as she then saw a pink sign with the Fox Hatter's name written in red marker posted nearby them. It was pointing in the eastern direction.

Then she glanced back at Dijon and then waved her hands in front of her, as she was having second guesses about whether or not she would take his advice.

"Uh...no, no, I don't- I don't..."

"Or there's the March Cat in that direction," Dijon added, pointing his left arm in the western direction again as he was laying against the tree branch.

"Oh, thank you," Alice answered him, giving him a quick curtsey. "I think I shall visit him."

"Of course...he’s mad, too." Dijon reminded her, much to Lilo's disgust when that grabbed her attention as she was about to leave. He was now laying on the tree branch with his arms wagging back and forth again.

"But I don't want to go among mad people!" she said to him, placing her fists on her hips.

"Oh, you can't help that. Almost everyone is mad here," Dijon said with a chuckle, before bursting out into an insane laugh and sticking his tongue out of his mouth. "You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself."

The humanoid dog continued to laugh as his body faded away into the darkness, along with his eyes and mouth. He sang out the ending of his song's last line once again, his voice reverberating throughout the woods.

Dijon: *And the momeraths outgrabe*

Alice was astounded by Dijon's insanity, him always smiling at her, and even his disappearing acts as she was still standing by the tree.

"Goodness!" she said as she started walking away from the tree, "If the people here are like that, I-I must try not to upset them."

Even though Dijon was gone for now, Alice knew she had to take his advice and see the Fox Hatter and/or the March Cat, depending on where they would be.