White Rabbit

Panic clawed at her throat. "I can't be late," she muttered, though she knew she would be. Punctuality had never been her forte. Missed interviews, blown deadlines, and considerably delayed for several very important dates – tardiness was her signature move.

But people always made excuses. A charming smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and a playful flick of her ears – she could disarm even the most irate. It was as if the world had granted her a special dispensation. Funny how beautiful people are never responsible for their irresponsibility.

This time, though, she really might have done it. A meeting with the Queen was at hand, and divas are not known for their patience. She raced through the traffic, praying for forgiveness. "Twould be a pity," the White Rabbit mused, "to see any harm come to even one pretty white hair on my head."