Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run
over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made
another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to
get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of
play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under
its feet. Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into
little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her
head.
