Alice said rather impatiently . ' I do n't belong to this railway journey at all -- I was in a wood just now -- and I wish I could get back there . ' ` You might make a joke on THAT , ' said the little voice close to her ear : ` something about `` you WOULD if you could , '' you know . ' ` Do n't tease so , ' said Alice , looking about in vain to see where the voice came from ; ` if you 're so anxious to have a joke made , why do n't you make one yourself ? ' The little voice sighed deeply : it was VERY unhappy , evidently , and Alice would have said something pitying to comfort it , ` If it would only sigh like other people ! ' she thought . But this was such a wonderfully small sigh , that she would n't have heard it at all , if it had n't come QUITE close to her ear . The consequence of this was that it tickled her ear very much , and quite took off her thoughts from the unhappiness of the poor little creature . ' I know you are a friend , ' the little voice went on ; ' a dear friend , and an old friend . And you wo n't hurt me , though I AM an insect . ' ` What kind of insect ? ' Alice inquired a little anxiously . What she really wanted to know was , whether it could sting or not , but she thought this would n't be quite a civil question to ask . ` What , then you do n't -- ' the little voice began , when it was drowned by a shrill scream from the engine , and everybody jumped up in alarm , Alice among the rest . The Horse , who had put his head out of the window , quietly drew it in and said , ` It 's only a brook we have to jump over . ' Everybody seemed satisfied with this , though Alice felt a little nervous at the idea of trains jumping at all . ` However , it 'll take us into the Fourth Square , that 's some comfort ! ' she said to herself . In another moment she felt the carriage rise straight up into the air , and in her fright she caught at the thing nearest to her hand , which happened to be the Goat 's beard . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it , and she found herself sitting quietly under a tree -- while the Gnat -LRB- for that was the insect she had been talking to -RRB- was balancing itself on a twig just over her head , and fanning her with its wings .
It certainly was a VERY large XXXXX : ` about the size of a chicken , ' Alice thought .
Alice Everybody Gnat Horse Square drowned people question twig unhappiness