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In tonight's recording, I'll be doing three more chapters of Alice in Wind.
the land. This recording is brand new and has been remastered, and I really hope you enjoy me reading
the whole audiobook. I've included links in the description to the first three chapters,
and at some point I will edit the entire story together. So please get ready to enter this
magical and the rabbit sends in a little bill.
It was the white rabbit, trotting slowly back again
and looking anxiously about it as it went,
as if it had lost something.
And she heard it muttering to itself,
The Duchess, the Duchess,
she'll get me executed,
as sure as ferrets of ferrets.
Where can I have dropped them, I wonder?
I guessed in a moment,
that it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves,
and she very good-naturedly began hunting about for them.
But they were nowhere to be seen.
Everything seemed to have changed since her swim in the pool,
and the great hall, with the glass table and the little door,
had vanished completely.
Very soon, the rabbit noticed,
Alice, as she went hunting about, and called out to her in an angry tone.
Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out here?
Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan, quick now.
And Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once in the direction it pointed to
without trying to explain the mistakes it had made.
He took me for his housemaid, she said to herself as she ran.
How surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am.
But I'd better take him his fan and gloves, that is.
If I can find them.
As she said this, she came upon a neat little house,
on the door of which was a bright brass plate,
with the name W. Rabbit engraved upon it.
She went in without knocking and hurried upstairs,
in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary-Anne
and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and the gloves.
How queer it seems, Alice said to herself,
to be going after messages for a rabbit.
I suppose Dina will be sending me your messages next,
and she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen.
Miss Alice, come here directly and get ready for your walk.
Coming in a minute, nurse, but I've got to see that the mouse doesn't get out.
Only I don't think, Alice went on,
that they would let Dina stop in the house if it began ordering people about like that,
By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window,
and on it, as she had hoped, a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves.
She took up the fan and a pair of the gloves and was just going to leave the room on a little bottle that stood near the looking clothes.
There was no label this time with the words,
Drink me, but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips.
You know something interesting is sure to happen, she said to herself,
whether I drink or eat anything,
so I'll just see what this bottle does.
I do hope it will make me grow large again,
for really being such a tiny little thing.
It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected.
Before she had drunk half the bottle,
she found her head pressing against the ceiling
and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken.
She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself,
that's quite enough.
I hope I shan't grow any more.
As it is, I can't get out of the door.
I do wish I hadn't drunk quite so much.
It was too late to wish that.
She went on growing and growing,
and very soon had to kneel down on the floor and room for this.
She tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door,
and the other arm she went on growing,
and as her last resource
she put one arm out of the window
and one foot up the chimney
and said to herself
now I can do no more
whatever happens
what will become of me
the little magic bottle
had now had its full effect
as she grew no larger
still it was a very uncle
of her ever getting out of her
room again. No wonder she felt unhoused. It was much pleasanter at home. When one wasn't always
growing larger and smaller and being ordered about by mice and rabbits, I almost wish I hadn't
gone down that rabbit hole. It's rather curious, you know, this sort of life. I do wonder what can
have happened to me. When I used to read fairy tales,
I fancied that kind of thing never happened.
And now here I am in the middle of one.
To be a book written about me.
When I grow up, I'll write one.
But I'm grown up now, she added in a sorrowful tone.
At least there is no room to grow up any more here.
Shall I never get any older than I am now?
That will be a comfort.
one way never to be an old woman, but then, always to have lessons to learn.
Oh, I shouldn't like that.
You foolish Alice, she answered herself.
How can you learn lessons in here?
Why, there's hardly any room for you, any lesson books.
And so she went on, talking first one side and then the other.
and making quite a conversation of it altogether.
But after a few minutes, she heard a voice outside and stopped to listen.
Mary Ann, Mary Ann, said the voice,
fetching my gloves this moment, pattering a feet on the stairs.
I knew it was the rabbit coming to look for her,
and she trembled till she shook the house.
Quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times larger than the rabbit, to be afraid of it.
Presently, the rabbit came up to the door and tried to open it as the door was pressed hard against it, proved a failure.
...to itself, then I'll go round and get in that window.
That she won't to waiting till she fancied she heard the rabbit just unduly.
just under the window.
She suddenly spread out her hand
and made a snatch.
She did not get hold of anything,
but she heard a little shriek
and a fall from which she concluded
that it was just possible
it had fallen into a cucumber frame
or something of the sort.
Next came an angry voice.
The rabbits,
Where are you?
He had never heard before.
"'Sure there, I'm here. Digging for apples, your honour.'
"'Dicking for apples, indeed,' said the rabbit angrily.
"'Here, come and help me out sounds of more broken glass.
"'Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?'
"'Sure it's an arm, Your Honor.'
"'He pronounced it, arm, arm you goose.
"'Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window?'
Sure it does, Your Honor, but it's an arm for all that.
Well, it's got no business here at any rate. Go and take it away.
There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and then, such as,
Sure, I don't like it, Your Honor, at all at all.
Do as I tell you, you coward, she spread out her hand again.
this time there were two little shrieks of broken glass.
What a number of cucumber frames there must be.
I wonder what they'll do next.
I'm sure I don't want to stay in here any longer.
She waited for some time without hearing anything more.
At last came a rumbling of little cartwheels
and the sound of good many voices.
She made out the words.
Where's the other, ladder?
Why, I hadn't to bring, but one.
Bill's got the other.
Bill, fetch it here, lad.
Here, put him at this corner.
No, tie him together first.
They don't reach half high enough yet.
Oh, they'll do well enough.
Don't be particular.
Here, Bill.
catch hold of this rope.
Will the roof bear?
Mind that loose slate.
Oh, it's coming down, heads below, a loud crash.
No, who did that?
It was Bill, I fancy.
Who's to go down the chimney?
Nay, I shan't, you do it.
That I won't then.
Bill's to go down.
Here, Bill, the master says you ought to go down the chimney.
Oh, so Bill.
has got to come down the chimney, has he?
Said Alice to herself.
Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill.
I wouldn't be in Bill's place for a good deal.
This fireplace is narrow to be sure,
but I think I can kick a little.
She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could
and waited till she heard a little animal.
She couldn't guess
of what sort it was
scratching and scrambling about in the chimney
close above her
then saying to herself
this is Bill to see
what would happen next
the first thing she heard was a general chorus of
there goes Bill
then the rabbit's voice along
catch him you by the hedge
then silence
in her voices
Hold up his head
Brandy now, don't choke him
How was it old fellow
What happened to you?
Tell us all about it
Last came a little feeble
squeaking voice
That's Bill thought Alice
Well I hardly know
No more thank ye
I'm better now
But I'm a deal too
flustered to tell
All I know is
Something comes at me like a jack of the box
and up eye goes like a skyrocket.
So you did old fellow, said the others.
We must burn the house down, said the rabbit's voice, loud as she could.
If you do, I'll set Dider at you.
There was a dead. I wonder what they would do next.
If they had any sense, they'll take the roof off.
After a minute or two
They began moving about again
And others heard the rabbit say
A powerful would do to begin with
A barrelful of what
But she had not longed to doubt
For the next moment
A shower of little pebbles
Came rattling in at the window
And some of them hit her in the face
I'll put a stop to this
she said to herself and shouted out,
you'd better not do that again,
which produced another dead silence noticed
with some surprise.
It's sure to make some change in my size,
possibly make me larger,
it must make me smaller, I suppose.
So she swallowed one of the cakes
and was delighted to find out
that she began shrinking directly.
As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside.
Ran off as hard as she could and soon found herself safe.
The first thing I've got to do, said Alice to herself, is to grow to my right size again.
And the second thing is to find my way.
into that lovely garden.
I think that will be the best plan.
It sounded an idea
interestingly among the trees.
A little sharp bark
just over her head
was looking down at her
with large round eyes
and feebly stretching out one paw.
Trying to touch her
I'd be hungry, very likely,
hardly knowing
of stick and held it out to the puppy.
Whereupon the puppy's feet at once,
made believe to worry about it.
This dodged behind a great thistle
to keep herself from being run over.
She appeared on the other side.
The puppy made another rush at the stick,
head over heels,
in its hurry to get hold of it.
It was very like having a game of play
with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet,
ran round the thistle again, began a series of short charges at the stick,
so she set off at once, fired and out of breath.
Till the puppy's bark sounded quite a dear little puppy it was, said Alice,
as she leaned against a buttercup to rest herself,
and fanned herself as one of the leaves.
I should have liked teaching it tricks very much
if excised to do it.
Nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again.
Let me see.
I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other.
But the question is, question certainly was what?
But she did not see any answers.
Chapter 5. Advice from a Caterpillar
The Caterpillar and Alice
looked at each other for some time in silence.
At last the caterpillar took the hooker out of its mouth
and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
Who are you? said the caterpillar's
was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.
Alice replied, rather shiny.
I, I, hardly know, sir, just at present. At least I know who I was when I got up this morning,
but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
What do you mean by that? said the caterpillar sternly.
Explain yourself.
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir, said Alice, because I'm not myself, you see.
I don't see, said the caterpillar, very politely, for I can't understand it myself to begin with.
And being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.
It isn't, said the caterpillar.
Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet, said Alice.
But when you have to turn into a chrysalis, you'll someday, you know,
and then after that into a butterfly.
I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?
Not a bit, said the caterpillar.
Well, perhaps your feelings may be different, said Alice.
All I know is it would feel very queer to me.
You?
So the caterpillar contemptuously,
who are you?
Which brought them back again to the beginning.
of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the caterpillar's making such of very short
remarks, and she drew herself up and said very gravely, I think you ought to tell me who you are first.
Why? said the caterpillar. Here was another puzzling question, and as Alice could not think of
any good reason, and as the caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind,
she turned away. Come back, the caterpillar called after her. I've something important to say.
This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and said the caterpillar, is that all?
said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could.
No, said the caterpillar, Alice thought she might as well wait,
as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps, after all, he might tell her something worth hearing.
For some minutes, it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms,
took the hooker out of his mouth again, and said,
So you think you're changed, do you?
I'm afraid I am, sir, said Alice.
I can't remember things as I used,
and I don't think I keep the same size for ten minutes together.
Can't remember what things, said the caterpillar,
The Little Busy Bee.
Well, I've tried to say, how doth the Little Busy Bee?
But it all came quite different.
Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.
Repeat, you are old, said the catapus folded her hands.
Air has become very white, and yet you incessantly stand on your head.
Do you think, at your age, it is right?
In my youth, Father William replied to his son,
I feared it might injure the brain.
But now what I'm perfectly sure,
I have none.
Why, I do it again and again.
You are old.
One would hardly suppose that your eye was as steady as ever.
Yet he balanced an eel on the end of your nose.
What made you so awfully clever?
Answer three questions and that is enough.
Said his father, don't give yourself airs.
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down.
Not said right, said the caterpillar.
Not quite right, I'm afraid, said Alice, timidly.
Some of the words have got altered.
It is wrong from beginning to end, said the caterpillar decidedly,
and there was silence for some minutes.
There was the first to speak.
What size do you want to be?
It asked.
It's particular as to size.
Alice hastily replied,
Only one doesn't like changing so often, you know, for the caterpillar.
Alice said nothing.
She had never been so much contradicted in her life before,
and she felt that she was losing her temper,
said the caterpillar larger, sir.
If you wouldn't mind, said Alice.
Three inches is such a wretched height to be.
It is a very good height indeed.
said the caterpillar angrily rearing itself upright as it spoke.
It was exactly three inches high.
But I'm not used to it, pleaded for Alice in a piteous tone,
as she thought of herself.
I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily offended.
You'll get used to it in time, said the caterpillar,
and it put the hooker into its mouth and began smoking again.
This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again, out of its mouth, and yawned once or twice and shook itself, and crawled away in the grass, the marking as it went, one side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.
One side of what? The other side of what? Lord Alice stood herself.
Of the mushroom, said the caterpillar,
just as if she had Astridan Alice remained looking thoughtfully,
she stretched her arms round, round it as far as they would go, try the effect.
The next moment, feel frightened by this sudden change,
but she felt that there was no time to be able to shrinking rapidly,
so she set to work at once to eat to some,
though closely, where she did it at last to swallow, a morsel, heads free at last, said Alice in a tone of tonight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found. All she could see, when she looked down, was an immense, wishing to rise like a storm out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.
What can all that green stuff be?
Have my shoulders come to.
How is it? I can't see you.
She was moving them as she spoke,
but no result seemed to follow,
except a little shaking among the distant knee.
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head.
She tried to get her head down to them,
and just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag.
and was going to dive in among which she found to be nothing,
when a sharp hiss made her drawback in a hurry.
Pigeon, not a serpent, leave me alone.
Serpent, I say, repeated the pigeon,
but in a more subdued tone,
and added with a kind of sob,
I've tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them.
Tried the roots of trees, I've tried banks, I've tried hedges,
And the pigeon went on, without attending to her, but those serpents, there's no pleasing them.
Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in saying anything more till the pigeon had finished.
As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs, said the pigeon,
but I must be on the lookout for serpents day and night.
Why, I haven't had a wink of sight.
sleep for these three weeks.
I'm very sorry
you've been annoyed, said Alice,
who was beginning to see
its meaning.
And just as I'd taken the highest
tree in the wood,
continued the pigeon,
raising its voice to a shriek,
and just as I was thinking,
I should be free of them at last.
They must needs come wriggling
down from the sky.
Oh, serpent.
Not a serpent, I tell you,
said Alice, I'm a, I'm a, and the pigeon. I can see you're trying to invent something.
I, I'm a little girl, said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day.
A likely story indeed, said the pigeon, in a tone of I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never one for such a neck as that.
No, no, you're a serpent, and there's no use denying it.
I suppose you'll be telling me that you've never tasted an egg.
I have tasted eggs, certainly, said Alice, who was a very truthful child,
but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.
I don't believe it, said the pigeon.
But if they do, why then?
they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.
This was such a new idea to Alice,
that she was quite silent for a minute or two,
which gave the pigeon an opportunity of adding.
You're looking for eggs.
I know that.
Well enough, and what does it matter to me,
whether you're a little girl or a serpent?
It matters a good deal to me, said Alice hastily.
but I'm not looking for eggs as it happens, and if I was, I shouldn't want to yours.
I don't like them raw.
Well, be off then, said the pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled down again into its nest,
as she could.
Every now and then she had to stop and untwist it.
After a while, she remembered that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her hands.
and she set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one,
and sometimes dawned her,
how she exceeded in bringing herself down to her usual height.
It was so long since she had been anything near the right size
that it felt quite strange at first,
but she got used to it in a few minutes
and began talking to herself as usual.
Come, there's half my plan done now.
How puzzling all these changes are.
I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.
However, I've got to my right size.
The next thing is to get into that beautiful garden.
How is that to be done? I wonder.
As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place,
with a little house in it about four feet high.
whoever lives here.
Never do to come upon them this size
Why I should frighten them out of their wicks?
So she began nibbling at the right-hand bit again
And did not venture to go near the house
Till she had brought herself down to nine...
Chapter 6, Pagan Papa
For a minute or two
She stood looking at the house
and wondering what to do next,
when suddenly a footman in livery
came running out of the wood.
She considered him to be a footman
because he was in livery,
judging by his face only,
she would have called him a fish with his knuckles.
It was once opened by another footman in livery,
with a round face,
and large eyes like a frog,
felt very curious to know.
know what it was all about, producing from under his arm a great letter, nearly as large as himself,
and this he handed over to the other, saying in a solemn tone, for the Duchess, an invitation
from the Queen, deem solemn tone, only changing the order of the words a little.
the queen, an invitation for the Duchess to play.
He had to run back into the wood, for fear of their hearing her.
The fish footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the ground.
Stupidly up, said the footman, because I'm on the same side of the door as you are.
Secondly, because they're making such a noise inside, no one could possibly hear you.
And certainly there was a most extraordinary noise to get in.
There might be some sense in your knocking.
The footman went on if we had the door between us.
For instance, if you were inside, you might knock,
and he was looking up into the sky at the time he was speaking.
decidedly, and perhaps he can't help it, she thought to herself.
His eyes are so very nearly at the top of his head.
She repeated aloud, I shall sit here, the footman remarked till tomorrow.
At this moment, straight at the footman's head, it just grazed his nose, pieces against one of the trees behind him.
Continued in the same tone.
Why to get in? asked Alice again, in a louder tone, you to get in at all.
It's really dreadful, she mattered to herself, the way all the creatures argue,
is enough to drive one crazy.
The footman seemed to think this a good opportunity
for repeating his remark with variations.
I shall sit here, he said,
on and off for days and days.
But what am I to do?
said Alice.
So the footman and began whistling.
Oh, there's no use in talking to him,
said Alice desperately.
He's perfectly idiotic,
and she opened the door.
The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end to the other.
The Duchess was sitting on a three-leg stool in the middle, nursing a baby.
The cook was leaning over the fire, staring a large cauldron, which seemed to be full of soup.
There's certainly too much pepper in that soup as she could have much of it in the air that did not sneeze,
she was sitting on the half, for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first.
That grins like that.
It's a Cheshire Cat, said the Duchess,
and that's why, Pig, the last word, with sudden violence,
which she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the baby and not to her.
So she took courage and went on again.
I don't know that Cheshire cats always grinned,
In fact, I didn't know that cats could grin.
They all can, so the Duchess.
Most of them do.
I don't know of any that do,
and is said very politely,
feeling quite pleased to have got into a conversation.
You don't know much, said the Duchess,
and that's a fact.
I did not like at all the tone of this remark
and thought it would be as well
to introduce some other subject of conversation.
While she was trying to fix on one,
the cook took the cauldrum of soup of the fire,
everything within a reach,
and the Duchess and the Duchess took no notice of them,
even when they hit her.
And the baby was howling so much already
that it was quite impossible to say
whether the blows hurt or not.
Oh, please mind what you're doing, cried Alice,
jumping up and down in an agony of terror.
Oh, there goes my precious nose.
As an unusually large sauceman flew close by it, carried it off.
If everyone minded that oath, said the Duchess in a home,
which would not be very glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge.
Just think of what work it would make with the day and night.
You see, the earth takes 24 hours to turn around on its axis.
Talking of axis, so the Duchess,
to see if she meant to take the hint,
but the cook was busily staring suit
and seemed not to be listening,
so she went on again.
24 hours, I think, or is it 12? I...
Oh, don't bother me, said the Duchess.
I could never abide figures.
And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did,
and giving it a violent shake at the end of every line.
Speak roughly to your little boy and beat him when he sneezes.
He only does it to annoy because he know it teases, in which the cook and the baby joined.
While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song,
she kept tossing the baby finally up and down,
and the poor little thing held so that Alice could hardly hear the words.
I speak severely to my boy, I beat him when he sneezes,
for he can thoroughly enjoy the pepper when he pleases.
Wow, wow, wow, the chorus sang.
Here, you may nurse it a bit if you like,
the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby at her,
As she spoke, I must go and get ready to play croquet with the queen, and she hurried out of the room.
The cook threw a frying pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her with some difficulty,
as it was a queer-shaped little creature, and held out its arms and nags in all directions.
Just like a starfish, poor little thing was snorting like a steam engine when she caught it.
and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again,
so that altogether, for the first minute or two,
it was as much as she could do to hold it.
As soon as she made out the proper way of nursing it,
which was to twist it up into a sort of knot,
and then keep tight hold of its right ear and left foot,
so as to prevent itself undoing,
She carried it out into the open air.
If I don't take this child away with me, thought Alice,
they'll sure to kill it in a day or two.
Wouldn't it be murdered and leave it behind?
She said the last words out loud,
and the little thing grunted in reply.
It had left off sneezing by this time.
Don't grunt is not at all a proper way
of expressing yourself, grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to see what was the matter with it.
There could be no doubt that it had a very turn-up nose, much more like a snout and a real nose.
Also, its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby.
Altogether, Alice did not like the look of the thing at all.
But perhaps it was only sobbing, she thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see if there were any tears.
If you're going to turn into a pig, my dear, said Alice seriously, I'll have nothing more to do with you.
Mind now.
Poor little thing sobbed again, or grunted.
It was impossible to say which for some while in silence to herself.
What am I to do with this creature when I get home?
When it grunted again, so violently,
as she looked down into its face in some alarm.
This time there could be no mistake about it.
It was neither more nor less than a pig.
She felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it further,
so she set the little creature down and felt quite relieved.
to see it trot away quietly into the wood.
If it had grown up, she said to herself,
it would have made a dreadfully ugly child,
but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think,
as she began thinking over other children she knew
who might do very well as pigs,
and was just saying to herself,
if one only knew the right way to change them
when she was a little startled
by seeing the Cheshire cat
sitting on a bough of a tree
a few yards off
printed with respect
Cheshire Puss
she began rather
Would you tell me please
which way I ought to go from here
so she tried another question
What sort of people live about here?
In that direction.
The cat said, waving its right pole round, lives the hatter.
Visit eat.
I suppose so, said Alice.
Broke with the Queen today.
I haven't been invited yet.
She was getting so used to queer things happening.
While she was looking at the place where it had began,
it suddenly appeared again.
What, because of the baby? said the cat.
I'd nearly forgotten to watch.
It turned into a pig.
Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back in a natural way.
I thought it would.
I'm not expecting to see it again, but it did not appear.
And after a minute or two, seen Hatters before, she said to herself,
will be much the most interesting, and perhaps, as this may,
it won't be raving mad, not so mad, as she said this.
She looked up, and there was the cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
Did you say pig or fig? said the cat.
I said pig, replied Alice.
I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly.
You make me quite giddy.
It had gone without a grin, thought Alice.
but a grin without a cat
is the most curious thing
I've ever seen in my life
because the chimneys were shaped
like a large house
till she had nibbled some more
of their left hand
being to herself
suppose it should be raving mad
after all to see the hatter
