Alice wasn't to say she found her sister boring. No, that would be rude (this was a lesson Alice had learned, regrettably, remarkably recently), and Alice figured she'd rather be anything than a rude girl. But as she sat by the riverside with her back to a large oak tree, reading her sister's book over the girl's shoulder, she seemed to be inexplicably overcome by a sensation of overwhelming somnolence.
It was times like these when Alice's mind began to wander off into far more dangerous (dangerouser?) and imaginary territory. Many such unfortunate events as the washtub incident had come of this, and this had all led to the current state of things. That being, of course, that