CHAPTER I. Down the Rabbit-Hole
Alice was starting to get very fed up with sitting by her sister in the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped in to the book her sister was reading, nonetheless it had no pictures or conversations inside it, ‘and what’s the usage of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversations?’
So she was considering inside her own mind (as well as she could, when it comes to hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the problem to getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
There was nothing so VERY remarkable for the reason that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out from the option to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but during the time all of it seemed quite natural); but once the Rabbit actually TOOK A WRISTWATCH AWAY FROM ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked over it, and then hurried on, Alice started initially to her feet, because of it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran throughout the field after it, and fortunately was just over time to notice it pop down a large rabbit-hole beneath the hedge. […]