`Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' Said the Cat.
`I don't much care where--' said Alice.
`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'
This pony was born with glass bones and paper skin.
Every morning she breaks her legs, and every afternoon she breaks her arms. At night, she lies awake in agony until her heart attacks put her to sleep.
posted 8:41 pm on Monday, April 2, 2012 with 34 notes