Hatter

The hatter was sitting at the table as usual, sometimes joking with everyone. The bizarre Hare looked around, sometimes glancing furtively at the girl who was walking slowly, looking around. Her hair was a fiery red color. She was not tall and thin. But that was the whole problem, which attracted the Hatter's attention. He slowly got up from his seat, straightening his colored jacket. He asked, smiling insanely. "You're not Alice, are you?" said the Hatter in a surprisingly calm voice.