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`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 the deepest contempt.
`I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never ONE with 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 next that you 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 the 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 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. Alice crouched down among the trees as well as she could, for
her neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and 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 then at the other, and growing sometimes
taller and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing herself
down to her usual height.
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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 back 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 there,' thought Alice,
`it'll never do to come upon them THIS size: why, I should frighten them out
of their wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not
venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine
inches high.
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