Hooray For 100 (and 1) Followers!!

Followers, this one's for you, my dears!!


"How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pours the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!"


"How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!"


"I'm sure those are not the right words," said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, "I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and OH! ever so many lessons to learn!..."


"...If I eat one of those cakes," she thought, "it's sure to make some change in my size: and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose."
So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly..."


"...The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of it's mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

"Who are you?" said the Caterpillar..."



"...'Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first, "why your cat grins like that?"

"It's a Cheshire cat," said the Duchess, "and that's why. Pig!"

"...I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cat's could grin."

"...You don't know much," said the Dutchess; "and that's a fact."


"'Twinkle, twinkle, little bat?
How I wonder what you're at?'
You know the song perhaps?"

"I've heard something like it," said Alice.

"It goes on, you know," the Hatter continued, "in this way:

"'Up above the world you fly,
Like a teatray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle -'"


"Soo-oop of the e-e-evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!"


"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 best, began screaming, 'Off with her head! Off -"


"It's the Cheshire Cat: now I shall have somebody to talk to."

"How are you getting on?" said the Cat, as soon as there was mouth enough for it to speak with.

Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. "It's no use speaking to it," she thought, "til it's ears have come, or at least one of them."...


"Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed.
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near."

Thank you all for stopping by now and again, for the encouragement thru comments and giving my heart a happy little smile! Cheers to you!