Cheshire Cat:
[singing]
'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogroves, / And the mome raths outgrabe.
Alice:
Now where do you suppose...?
Cheshire Cat:
Lose something?
Alice:
[turns around to find just the Cat's smile talking to her]
Oh my! oh, no no, I was just... uh never mind.
Cheshire Cat:
Oh, that's quite all right. One moment please.
[two eyes drop down on top of the mouth and the full cat form appears]
Cheshire Cat:
Second chorus.
[singing]
Cheshire Cat:
'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
Alice:
Why, why you're a cat!
Cheshire Cat:
A *Cheshire* Cat.
[starts to disappear]
Cheshire Cat:
All mimsy were the borogroves...
Alice:
Oh wait!
Cheshire Cat:
[reappears]
There you are! Third chorus...
Alice:
Oh, no, no. I was just wondering if you could help me find my way.
Cheshire Cat:
Well that depends on where you want to get to.
Alice:
Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as...
Cheshire Cat:
Then it really doesn't matter which way you go.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:35