Cheshire Cat: You know? We could make her really angry! Shall we try?
Alice: Oh, no, no.
Cheshire Cat: Oh, but it's loads of fun.
Mr. Stork: Here we are, now. Please don't crowd each other. Pick out the ewe that you like best, and she will be your mother.
Narrator: Time changes everything. The little spring lambs were sheep by fall. And Lambert's ma, oh, was she proud of him! Because she had the biggest sheep, or - ewe, or lamb, or whatever - isn't he huge?
