Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll, illustrated by Disney

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Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself,

‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’

The Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket , and looked at it, and then hurried on…

White Rabbit checking watch

Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with a waistcoat-pocket, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

Advice from a Caterpillar

It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself

The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder?

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

> ‘Who are you ?’ said the Caterpillar.

Alice meets the Caterpillar

We’re all mad here

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good- natured, she thought: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.

Alice speaks to Cheshire Cat

Talking to the Cat

Alice

‘Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’

The Cat

‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’

Alice

‘I don’t much care where —’

The Cat

‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go’

Finding her way

‘— so long as I get somewhere ,’

Alice added as an explanation.

‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’

said the Cat,

‘if you only walk long enough.’

Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question.

‘What sort of people live about here?’

To which the Cat replied, waving its paws round,

‘In that direction, lives a Hatter: and in that direction, lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.’

A Mad Tea-Party

There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. ‘Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; ‘only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.’

The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: ‘No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. ‘There’s plenty of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.

‘Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. ‘I don’t see any wine,’ she remarked.

‘There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.

‘Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,’ said Alice angrily.

‘It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,’ said the March Hare.

‘I didn’t know it was your table,’ said Alice; ‘it’s laid for a great many more than three.’

A Mad Tea Party

The Queen’s Croquet-Ground

Croquet

‘Idiot!’ said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and, turning to Alice, she went on, ‘What’s your name, child?’

‘My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,’ said Alice very politely; but she added, to herself, ‘Why, they’re only a pack of cards, after all. I needn’t be afraid of them!’

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed ‘Off with her head! Off —’

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