"You look a little shy: let me introduce you to that leg of mutton," said the Red Queen.
"Alice - mutton. Mutton - Alice."
"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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