One Thing Was Certain, That The White

Life, What Is It But A Dream?

Off With Their Heads!

Cheshire Cat: If I Were Looking For A White Rabbit, I'd Ask The Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, No No No... Cheshire Cat: Or, You Could Ask The March Hare, In That Direction. Alice: Oh, Thank You. I Think I'll See Him... Cheshire Cat: Of Course, He's Mad, Too. Alice: But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People. Cheshire Cat: Oh, You Can't Help That. Most Everyone's Mad Here. [laughs Maniacally; Starts To Disappear] Cheshire Cat: You May Have Noticed That I'm Not All There Myself.

One Thing Was Certain, That The White Kitten Had Had Nothing To Do With It-- It Was The Black Kitten's Fault Entirely.

Can You Row?" The Sheep Asked, Handing Her A Pair Of Knitting-needles As She Spoke. "yes, A Little--but Not On Land--and Not With Needles--" Alice Was Beginning To Say.