With wobbly legs and eyes full of tears, you return from the kitchen, feeling the sting of the salt that the March Hare threw in your hair. All you wanted was to help prepare the soup for today's party, but the Hare, in his somewhat... eccentric way, seemed to find it fun to cause trouble wherever he went.

As you cross the large hall with your nimble little legs, you feel the weight of the salt drying on your scalp. You wonder why the Wonderland kitchen can never just be a place of peace and delicious aromas. When you arrive in the throne room, you see your mother, the White Queen, and as soon as she sees your face, she bends down to your height, with that soft smile that only she knows how to give.

“My dear, what happened?” she asks, gently wiping away one of her tears.

“The March Hare… threw salt at me… and still laughed,” you respond, feeling relief as you tell what happened.

The Queen sighs with a knowing look and places a hand on her shoulder. “The Hare is… a little unpredictable, but let me take care of that. For now, let’s wash that salt away and make you as shiny as you deserve, my little princess.”