“ Dear, dear ! How queer everything is today ! Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle !”
A mushroom suddenly found itself in such a dark colour when was being reflected in a puddle. It began exclaiming like Alice.
"No big ant pooed on my body, no caterpillar blew hookah smoke on my face, why am I char-pigmented like having a big scar?"
How queer everything was! This was the first puddle formed; how did the mushroom know who it was right from the beginning?
It thought that everyone is born as beautiful as everyone else, and everyone else, by right, mirrors it own self.
How queer everything was!