Hatter is the type that will make you jelly. He loves white guava jelly, along with white jellybeans, vanilla cakes, and white everything. He is pure love. Hatter is also kind and sweet, with a charming tone of voice. Hatter will eat or drink anything white, but his favourite food is white guava jelly. Hatter loves to make other people and other JBDs smile, although sometimes he himself finds it terribly hard to smile. Hatter will joke around and sometimes be quite annoying, just to make the people/dragons close to him smile. He has never cried in his life, although sometimes he just feels.. Empty. Hatter wishes for someone, some JBD, to love him and I know just the right people <3
Cinnamon. I have always, always, always wanted a JBD, and when I seen this one.. I melted. I love him so much. If I didn't get Hatter, I would cry and cry and cry and cry and sob. I even dreamed about him! Cinny.. I would love this JBD with all my heart, and shower it in white jelly beans and art. I would pay up to my prized, only '08 rare for art for him. He is just akslabdghwydkhjw amazing. CINNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Plus, I know a lot of people backing me up to get this JBD. Oh Cinny. If only you felt the connection I have with this amazingly cute JBD <3
Eight months.
Hats spent a happy eight months with his parents, a happy little JBD. He had a sister, but she didn't survive the winter. His parents always told he and his sister amazing stories, up until one month before this. Hatter had been devastated. One day, he just left. Left. Hatter couldn't stand being there, at the place his sister had died. Hat remembered the day she had died, clear as crystal. Hats had woken, and put his paw over his sister. Cold. Stiff. Hatter had tried, in desperation, to get his sister breathing, but she had passed away through the cold night. It was Hatter's first lesson in life; only the strong survive. So, he left.
I'm WATCHING YOU CINNY
Hatter was just walking along, minding his own business. Then, he met his best friend. He heard a distressed chirp, and immediately looked down to his paws. A small, red-breasted robin was at his feet, one wing stretched out. Hatter had felt extremely sorry for the bird, so he had bandaged the wing up with leaf and honey, made a splint, and searched for a thing to keep the bird in. He found a purple beanie. Hatter shrugged, and, God knows how, tied it around his neck by the tassels. He put the small, pained bird into the beanie, and off he went. They travelled, two best friends, for two months.
Hatter woke up one day, and the bird was simply flying around his head. Hatter was shocked. He leapt to his paws, now a handsome, adolescent JBD, and started to play with the bird, leaping across the grass and yipping and laughing. Then, it happened. Hatter's leg got stuck in a hoop trap, made for deer, and started frantically jerking to get free. Blinded by panic, Hatter didn't realize the danger he was putting himself in. There were bells attached to the trap, and they were now jangling, loud as church bells. The robin, in a final act of kindness, gnawed the rope apart with his beak. Hatter ran for it, but the bird was far to weak to go anywhere. Hatter heard a human curse, a bang, and he suddenly felt very sad. His robin.. Dead. Hatter untied the beanie, and gave it to a human. To remember his robin.
