I do not wish to get shrunk like in Wonderland this time, and to take closeup pictures of giant pitchers. This is never a good fairy tale.
I shall not know it is a pitcher anyhow if I am so tiny; swimming inside it is unnoticeably fatal, and is forever disappearance.
Size distortion is magical, it twists perception on the other way round.
But adventurous Alice enjoys this and has begun to think that very few things indeed are really impossible.