'You promised to tell me your history, you know, ' said Alice, 'and why it is you hate-C and D, ' she added in a whisper, half afraid that it would be offended again.
'Mine is a long and a sad tale!’ said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing.
'It IS a long tail, certainly, ' said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail;’but why do you call it sad?’ And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this: -
'Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, "Let us both go to law: I will prosecute
It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself 'That's quite enough-I hope I shan't grow any more-As it is, I can't get out at the door-I do wish I hadn't drunk quite so much!’
Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even room for this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself 'Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What will become of me?’