Narrator: Hello. So far, Alice had been very
small, then very tall, then very small again
in this strange Wonderland she found
when she chased a talking rabbit and fell
Now she was swimming in a pool of her
Alice: Ooh, whatever's this? It's a mouse!
Hello mouse! You're a very big mouse...
but then, I'm a very, very little girl today.
Whatever next? If this mouse talks, I won't
Oh Mouse, do you know the way out
of this pool? I'm very tired of
Mouse? Hmmm. Perhaps it doesn't
understand English. Maybe it's
a French mouse! Now, what was that
Mouse: Chatte? Cat! Did you say cat?!
Alice: Oh, I'm so sorry Mouse!
I forgot mice don't like cats.
Alice: Well... perhaps not. But my cat
She's such a sweet, quiet thing.
If you meet her, I'm sure you'll like her.
Mouse: We won't talk about cats
Alice: We won't! Er... do you - do you er...
like dogs? They can be so sweet and they kill
all the rats... and... Oh dear!
Alice: Oh please come back, dear Mouse.
We won't talk about cats or dogs, if you
Narrator: So Alice and the mouse swam
to the edge of the pool of tears.
they were joined by lots of other creatures
that had fallen into the pool, just like Alice
There was a duck and a dodo and
many other strange animals that Alice
All the creatures had the same question.
oh it's no good for my fur, etc...
Dodo: We must have a Caucus-race!
Alice: What's a Caucus-race, Mr Dodo?
a Caucus-race is to have a Caucus-race!
Narrator: It was the strangest race Alice
had ever seen. The Dodo marked
a circle for the racecourse and
everyone stood anywhere they wanted to.
Nobody said "One, two, three, go!"
although she didn't quite know where
and right in any direction they pleased.
But after half an hour of running,
everybody was quite dry again.
Multiple voices: But who has won?
Dodo: Ah... yes... Who has won?
Everybody has won and everyone
Narrator: Alice didn't have any prizes for
a Caucus-race with her, but she searched
in her pockets and found some sweets.
She had enough sweets to give exactly
Alice: Here you are, one for you,
Aminal: That is a tasty sweet...
Oh, I must say, my cat Dinah would
love a Caucus-race...
Alice: Oh dear. I said it again. Come back!
Poor Dinah. Nobody seems to like her
Narrator: Poor Alice felt very lonely
and sad. She cried quietly to herself
But in a little while, she heard footsteps
in the distance. She looked up to see who
the footsteps belonged to, and
how Alice got so big she filled a whole