The Dormouse and the Cheshire
In a dark, steamy pot, the dormouse slept, his legs twitched when he babbled sleepy gibberish, or did he babble sleepy gibberish when his legs twitched no matter, he was not asleep for long for the Cheshire cat knocked the teapot our dormouse was sleeping in over and pinned the poor fellow to the ground. "Ah ha!" the cat said with a grin "Your trickery will get you no where this time, I've been ordered to, hehe, take care of our little rodent problem."
"That's a shame" replied the mouse with a sigh, "I do so enjoy this life, it would be a shame if I could not stay around for a while longer to finish my weeping and sleeping"
"Is that sarcasm? I was hoping I could hear you plead for your life before I deny you your last requests, perhaps some of that delightful stuttering you do so much"
"Can you not leave me well enough alone, I finally find happiness, REAL happiness and you take it away. I won't give you the satisfaction of hearing me beg for anything from a murderer."