Cheshire Cat

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Emma had remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," Sara said, her toothy grin growing wider; "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" asked Emma quite impatiently. "You must be," Sara said, slowly stretching her arms while sitting up on a thick, dipping tree branch, "otherwise you wouldn't have come here."