Awake
"How is it you can all talk so nicely?" Alice said, hoping to get it into a better temper by a compliment. "I've been in many gardens before, but none of the flowers could talk."
"Put your hand down, and feel the ground," said the Tiger-Lily. "Then you'll know why." Alice did so.
"It's very hard," she said; "but I don't see what that has to do with it."
"In most gardens," the Tiger-Lily said, "they make the beds too soft - so that the flowers are always asleep."
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
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