Bottle Of Gin - Music

‘Who Are The Firehills?’ Alice Asked As She Looked At The Mad Hatter Drinking His Tea. ‘I Don’t Think This Is A Subject For Little Girls.’ He Replied With A Kindly Smile. ‘You Must Never Ask This Question Again.’ ‘But I Must Know.’ Said Alice. ‘All Of Wonderland Is In Turmoil And It Seems To Me That The Queen Is Quite Beside Herself. She Seems To Have Completely Lost Her Mind.’ Alice Jumped Up From The Small Chair She Was Sitting On And Without Hesitation Began To Shake The Poor Trembling Retch In Search Of An Answer. ‘Tell Me Now.’ She Barked At Him. Attempting To Gather Some Composure The Mad Hatter Stood Up And Looked At Alice. His Usual Complexion Had Changed To A Bright Flame. ‘The Firehills Defy Description. They Are Neither Here Or There. They Reflect The Injustices Of This World That Many Would Care Not To Identify. They Are Searching For Their Own Looking Glass And A Set Of Answers I Fear They Will Never Find. For This Reason Society Has Turned Its Back On Them.’ Alice Looked At The Mad Hatter With Confusion. ‘That Doesn’t Explain Anything’ She Said And Once Again Shook The Mad Hatter Violently. ‘Well Maybe The Firehills Are What You Want Them To Be.’ He Gestured In Hope That Alice Would Stop Her Attack On Him. ‘I See.’ Said Alice. She Sat Back Down On Her Chair Looked At The Mad Hatter And Smiled. ‘I Think I Understand Now.’ She Said. read less