#mockturtle

too late, I read at least the first one of those as a tween. easily one of the worst things I've ever read. I've honestly tried to erase it from my brain but I have a distinct memory of the blonde mean girl ("aphrodite?" am I remembering that right? lmaooooo) being described as "running a nasty hand sluttishly down her body" or something. meanwhile wasn't Not Like Other Girls zoey, like, fucking one of their teachers? I do remember they all got girly aesthetic magical girl Tattoos of Vampirism in patterns of like, lace and pearls and moons and stuff. and that is the extent of what I have retained! Even as a 13-year-old with no critical capacity whatsoever I remember thinking "MAN this writing is terrible"

In Carroll’s original manuscript the Mock Turtle sings a different song: Beneath the waters of the sea Are lobsters thick as thick can be— They love to dance with you and me. My own, my gentle Salmon! CHORUS

Salmon, come up! Salmon, go down! Salmon, come twist your tail around! Of all the fishes of the sea There’s none so good as Salmon! Excerpt From: Lewis Carroll. “The Annotated Alice.” --- "Will You Won't Join The Dance" Composed by Richard Hartley OST Alice In Wonderland Original TV Soundtrack

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?     Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?     Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance— Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.     Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.     Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied, "There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France— Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.     Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?     Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?"