To Alice, from the Jabberwock.
Darling,
I seem to have misplaced the Dior gown and the guest registry both. I'd bet my last niggun of pepperment schnapps that the former left last night on the back of that insufferable carpenter and his slickery walrus. I never did trust those two.
If you discover the culprit, direct them kindly to my mighty jaws, and I shall make a snack of them.
Sincerely,
Jabs.
