Crowned

“Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? […] Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.”

And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. “They must go by the carrier,” she thought; “and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will look!

Alice's Right Foot, Esq.,
Hearthrug,
near the Fender
(with Alice's love).

Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!”

I think I'll do that. I'll send a New Year's gift. Let's see, the directions—

HM The Right Mandibular First Molar of iad,
6 Rt Lower Jaw Cr,
Mouth OS1A 1AA

What shall he have for New Year, I wonder? Perhaps a new toothbrush and some exclusive toothpaste that's fit for royalty. 'Cause, you see, he already has a crown.

P.S. Of course it's all wildernesscat's fault, you realise.