The Yarn Corps were beginning to get very tired of sitting on the South Bank, and of having nothing to do.
They were considering (as well as they could, for the hot day made them feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of knitting something sneaky would be worth the trouble of getting up and finding the yarn, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by them.
Burning with curiosity, they ran across the pavement after it, and fortunately were just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went the Yarn Corps after it, never once considering how in the world they were to get out again.
`Well!’ thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs!"
"Oh my ears and whiskers…
…how late it’s getting!”
Eat me, drink me: “It was all very well to say ‘Drink me,’ but the wise little Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry.
“No, I’ll look first,” she said…
…and see whether it’s marked ‘poison’ or not.”
“Are you content now?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I should like to be a LITTLE larger, sir, if you wouldn’t mind,” said Alice: “three inches is such a wretched height to be.” “It is a very good height indeed!” said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).
Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it…
and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question.
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “what’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.
“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in an encouraging tone. Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’t see any wine,” she remarked. “There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. “I wasn’t asleep,” he said in a hoarse, feeble voice: “I heard every word you fellows were saying.”
“Who ARE you talking to?” said the King, going up to Alice, and looking at the Cat’s head with great curiosity. “It’s a friend of mine–a Cheshire Cat,’ said Alice: “allow me to introduce it.” “I don’t like the look of it at all,” said the King: “however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.” “I’d rather not.” the Cat remarked.
Red Queen: The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed “Off with her head! Off–” “Nonsense!” said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was
So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of tears, but said nothing.
“We must have a bit of a fight, but I don’t care about going on long,” said Tweedledum. “What’s the time now?” Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said “Half-past four.” “Let’s fight till six, and then have dinner,” said Tweedledum.
“I’m sure I’ll take you with pleasure!” the Queen said. “Twopence a week, and jam every other day.” Alice couldn’t help laughing, as she said, “I don’t want you to hire me — and I don’t care for jam.” “It’s very good jam,” said the Queen.
“Oh, I’ve had such a curious dream!” said Alice, and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange adventures of hers that you have just been reading about. And when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, “It WAS a curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it’s getting late.” So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might –
– what a wonderful dream it had been
The Wall of Wonderland was yarnstormed outside Waterloo’s IMAX cinema on March 9 2010 by Deadly Knitshade, Lady Loop, The Bluestocking Stitcher, The Fastener, Shorn-a the Dead and The Purple Purler.