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.
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