The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossible

to say which), and they went on for some while in silence. 🔊

Alice was just beginning to think to herself, ‘Now, what am I to do with

this creature when I get it home?’ when it grunted again, so violently,

that she looked down into its face in some alarm. 🔊 This time there could

be no mistake about it: 🔊 it was neither more nor less than a pig, and she

felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it further. 🔊

So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see

it trot away quietly into the wood. 🔊 ‘If it had grown up,’ she said

to herself, ‘it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes

rather a handsome pig, I think.’ 🔊 And she began thinking over other

children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, 🔊 and was just saying

to herself, ‘if one only knew the right way to change them--’ when she

was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a

tree a few yards off. 🔊

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. 🔊 It looked good-natured, she

thought: 🔊 still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she

felt that it ought to be treated with respect. 🔊