`Are there any lions or tigers about
here?' she asked timidly.
`It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee.
`Come and look at him!' the brothers cried, and they each took one
of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
`Isn't he a LOVELY sight?" said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red
night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort
of untidy heap, and snoring loud -- `fit to snore his head off!' as
Tweedledum remarked.
`I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,' said
Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
`He's dreaming now,' said Tweedledee: `and what do you think he's
dreaming about?'
Alice said `Nobody can guess that.'
`Why, about YOU!' Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands
triumphantly. `And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you
suppose you'd be?'
`Where I am now, of course,' said Alice.
`Not you!' Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. `You'd be nowhere.
Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!'
`If that there King was to wake,' added Tweedledum, `you'd go out
-- bang! -- just like a candle!'
`I shouldn't!' Alice exclaimed indignantly.
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