*
'Why, Mr Cat, is a raven like a writing desk?' Strawberry asked, biting delicately into an Ohlala.
Mr Cat frowned. 'Oh, it's too easy. Hardly even a proper riddly.'
'I'd like to hear your solution, ' she smugged. Strawberry knewed it were an absurd nonsense, without solution. Mr Blue had told her so.
Mr Cat narrowed his eyes, which were green and golden, and black, and puffed at his pipe. He puffed at it again, and then blew a cloud...