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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 had 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 its undoing itself), she
carried it out into the open air. “If I don’t take this child away with
me!” thought Alice, “they’re sure to kill it in a day or two.
Wouldn’t it be murder to 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,” said Alice; “that’s not at all a
proper way of expressing yourself.” The baby 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 than 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.
No, there were no 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!” The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was
impossible to say which), and they went on for some while in
Alice was just beginning to think to herself, “Now, what am I to do
with this creature, when I get it home!” when it grunted again, so
violently, that 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, and she felt that it would be quite absurd for her to
carry it any 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.” And 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.
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured,
she thought: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so
she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.
“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