The Dodo, puffing very grandly, kept on quacking the word ReBoOt.
“Would this change Wonderland?” Alice asked, wide-eyed with curiosity.
The Dodo, catching his breath, answered with pompous pity. “A ReBoOt is simple: one forgets the errors, clears the memory”—he puffed and wheezed—“and hopes the story will run smoother this time.”
“But what if it forgets too much?” Alice pressed.
“Then,” said the Dodo, “Wonderland crashes! Or you crash! Or both—QUAACK!”
No question followed.
The creatures waddled side to side, swaying like a metronome. Wings flapped out of time—up when they ought to be down, down when they ought to be up.
Alice, finding it all perfectly unreasonable and therefore just right for Wonderland, burst into helpless laughter.
The Mouse, usually a champion sprinter, ran oddly slow behind the Duck. Its sharp muzzle jabbed Donald again and again, sending him springing upward—quacking perfectly on cue every time.
Its tail almost waddled side to side, its little belly sketched along the ground, leaving a faint, zigzag mouse trail behind it.
