When such a creature invites you to tea there is only one response. "Why I'd be delighted," I said and pulled up a mushroom stool. "I do hope that was a slip of the tongue. Your subtle joke about eating me."
The creature moved partway into the light. It was a fatty celluous glob as if it had fallen from someone's nose. Certainly, he was in need of my help.
"I'm not sure where I am," I said. "But I will help you in anyway I can."
The creature moved and rolled, a jelatin mass, as it spoke. "The Red Queen has done this. I was once a soldier in her army. When we failed in our mission her rage exploded. The only way to break the spell is to kill her." He slid forward. I almost passed out from its breath. "Will you help me? Will you do it?"
"Why, of course. If you could tell me a little bit about her that would be helpful. Her weaknesses. Jelly donuts, perhaps? Something to lay a trap."
And then he gave me the details.