Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out – And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew, Beneath the setting sun.Alice was feeling very bored sitting by her sister on the bank and having nothing to do. Shall I make a daisy chain? she wondered. Or read my sisters book? But what is the use of a book without pictures or conversation?Just then a White Rabbit ran past her. “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!” said the Rabbit, taking a watch out of his pocket, looking at it and hurrying on again. A talking rabbit that looks at its watch? Now, that was remarkable.