- Painting the Roses Red -

The three cards hurriedly explained as they slopped red paint across the trees. If the queen saw that they'd planted white roses, she'd have their heads. "Well, then, let me help you!" Alice offered.

With that, one of the cards slashed her throat with his razor-thin edge. Blood spouted from her neck like a fountain. The cards lifted her up and ran her from tree to tree, painting every rose a deep, velvety crimson.