‘Come, my head’s free at last!’ said Alice in a tone of delight, which
changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders
were nowhere to be found: 🔊 all she could see, when she looked down, was
an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a
sea of green leaves that lay far below her. 🔊
‘What can all that green stuff be?’ said Alice. 🔊 ‘And where have my
shoulders got to? 🔊 And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can’t see you?’ 🔊
She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow,
except a little shaking among the distant green leaves. 🔊
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she
tried to get her head down to them, 🔊 and was delighted to find that her
neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. 🔊 She had
just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going
to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops
of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made
her draw back in a hurry: 🔊 a large pigeon had flown into her face, and