That was a bad dream.
People who hate me were gathered, pretending to be nice. They acted like nothing ever happened, calling me their friends.

They invited me to a tea party. But when I arrived at the party, there were only two of them, Mr. Crazy Skunk and Ms. Medusa. Oh…wait, there is another guest, the dormouse, sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, talking over its head.

They gave me a big greeting but sonly sat down without arranging a seat for me. That was a table set out under an oak tree in front of the house. The table was big but the three were all crowded together at a corner of it.

“Oh...my dear, I am sorry that there isn’t any room left for you now.”
Ms. Medusa said so when she was making tea in a delicate tea pot. The snakes twisting their bodies on her head, each of them was staring at me. That wasn’t a polite manner. I knew she hates me and those disgusting animals on her head just can’t wait to eat me up.

“Honey, it wasn’t very civil of you to treat out guest in this way.”
Mr. Crazy Skunk opened his stinky mouth, giving me a big smile. He’s pretentious.
Even though he thought it was inappropriate, he never apologized not even asked me to sit down and join them.

I was standing there for a while like I never existed.
“That’s enough! There is still plenty of room!” I was aggravated by their deliberately ignoring. I sat down at a large-arm chair at one end of the table.

Mr. Crazy Skunk was apparently not happy about what I was doing. He turned his nose up and gave me a dirty look.

“Honey, have some tea.” Ms. Medusa handed over a cup of tea to Mr. Crazy Skunk and said “You don’t have to be angry about such an uncivilized girl. Don’t let her ruin our party.” Again, her snakes were staring at me, making me feel very uncomfortable.

Why don’t you just stone me? Stop pretending to be nice! I screamed inside of my head and stared back at those hideous creatures right in front of her face.
She is the one who was manipulating everything, getting close to him, setting up the occasion, enchanting him, and then turning him into her slave.

Men use money and power to make this world go round; women have charms and tears to confuse men who then give everything of his world to her.

They didn’t invite me as friends of mine.
But I refused to be the dormouse. That would be pathetic.
Someone of us needs to stay sober when most people are drunk at this tea party.

I grabbed a Lemon Tart and poured a cup of flower tea for myself. Since the party is still on, I may need to find something fun for me and start to enjoy the rest parts of it.

What a lovely afternoon with this wonderful tea time! Bon Appetite~ “Friends”