Bored, Cheshire the Whimsy lay sprawled over a branch, his tail swinging lazily back and forth. His cheek was pressed against his hand in a display of whimsical indifference, while his other hand dangled listlessly towards the ground. His eyes, half-lidded and sparkling with an enigmatic gleam, scanned the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and playful mischief. Every so often, a soft, melodious purr escaped his lips as he watched the world go by from his lofty perch, finding amusement in the smallest details of Wonderland's ever-changing scenery.

"Ah, there it is!"

He perked up, sitting up with a sudden burst of energy and nearly toppling over backwards. Fortunately, a little quick scrabbling prevented the embarrassment of falling out of the tree. His eyes had landed upon a particular bush filled with berries, the ripe color of them standing out against the greenery.

He let out a little gasp of excitement, a grin crossing his face, and began to scramble down the tree to get a closer look.