The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
That was rude, you *are*! Rabbit knows a thing or two and I myself, don't need a weathervane to tell which way the wind blows.
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
Let your *need* guide you behavior. *Supress* your instinct to lead... Pursue Rabbit!
Is our situation not dismal? Wonderland is so discombobulated that lady bugs have turned belligerent and enlisted in the queen's army! Punish their conversion!