Transgender Cat was beginning to get very tired of sitting by vir sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice ve had peeped into the book vir sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Transgender Cat "without pictures or conversation?"
So ve was considering in vir own mind (as well as ve could, for the hot day made vem feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by vem.