“Rabbit!” cried Alice, quite suddenly.
This startled everyone. Even me—though I really ought to know better than to be startled.
Presently, the Mouse’s idea hung in despair, spinning slowly round and round, yet never beginning.
This “running” creature was everywhere at once—his entrances always mistimed.
He rushed nearer, muttering, “I’ll be late, so late!”
With a flash of his glowing pocket-watch, he was gone—toggled into Dark Mode.
“Why was he always hurrying, as if being late were the only thing he was meant—or made—to do?” Alice wondered.
Suppose, for once, he erased it all and lingered instead—to pluck mushrooms in the misty morning, or to chase butterflies like Dinah does!
So Alice, eager to be useful, conjured a grand wish of her own.
How curious it would be to see him without that glowing watch—if only she could right-click it and send it tidily to the Recycle Bin.
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