It was such a dizzy race—everyone whirling around a clock that refused to stop.
“Stop!” cried the Eaglet, flapping to seize control of the chaos.
And at once, the Eaglet was already thinking the other way round.
The sudden halt flung everyone forward; tumbling in surprise, they hung midair—a tangle of limbs, frozen like a paused cartoon.
Silent.
A muddled silence.
But silence never lasts.
The Mouse scrolled and called out, “Sit down, close together!”
“Oh, at least I’m allowed to sit.” thought Alice, much relieved—almost as if a daisy had leaned over and whispered, Sit, it’s what I do best.
The Mouse’s eyes twinkled. An idea—splendid, at least to himself—positively itching to be shared, whether the others clicked like or not.
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