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 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 silence.

Alice was just beginning to think to her­ self, “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 quietly away 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 oh.

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.