Are you over your rainbow?

There was once a fat mouse called Rooney, and he had a wife called Colleen Nolan. She was sitting on the bank doing something really interesting, like reading a book or writing a letter. Rooney wasn't, he was just standing still anticipating the end of the next minute. When that end came, he quickly swivelled and gathered himself to focus on the minute now in existence. He wasn't happy, but Colleen Nolan was and that's what mattered to him.
Then a Jack-in-the-box walked past, with his legs sticking out of the bottom of the box which made up his middle. "I'm going to Gloucester!" he said to Rooney, who just mumbled back something about Roald Dahl's sugar jar.
"Pardon me young mouse?" said the Jack-in-the-box quite politely and full of courtesy.
Rooney reacted hereby. "I hereby react! Are you going to the Doctor's in Gloucester?"
"No," said J-in-the-B, and he almost wasn't lying. He was in fact going to see his long-term partner and co-habiter, who had the name Helen, who he affectionately named "lurrrrrrrve Doctor when he wanted her to get the groceries. "I am in fact going to see my long-term partner, and co-habiter, named Helen."
Rooney thought that was ok, that there were no warnings required, and as he had lost track off all the arrivals and departures of minutes that had been going on, he really rather wanted to get shot of this strange and curious thing.
"Ok, J-in-the-B," said Rooney. "Right you are."

The next day Colleen Nolan read in her book and wrote in her letter that J-in-the-B had gone missing. He'd fallen into a puddle, and his Munge had been a fuddled. But nobody knew what happened hereafter.

And this explains why this blog has the address of Early White Rabbit