It’s not easy being the Dormouse.
When you’re the Dormouse, everyone talks over you, and orders you about, and wakes you up from naps. The Dormouse nevertheless wore his best outfit to the Mad Hatter’s tea party – Or was it a garden party? A dinner soiree? – fully expecting to end up stuffed in the teapot again. Still, a mouse – even a mouse who can’t stay awake long enough to remember where he is – must keep up appearances.