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Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'

'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.

'I don't much care where — ' said Alice.

'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.

' — 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.

The executioner's argument was that you couldn't cut of something's head unless there was a trunk to sever it from. He'd never done anything like that in his time of life, and wasn't going to start now.

The King's argument was that anything that had a head, could be beheaded, and you weren't to talk nonsense.

The Queen's argument was that if something wasn't done about it in less than no time, she'd have everyone beheaded all round.

It was this last argument that had everyone looking so nervous and uncomfortable.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo.