Let your *need* guide you behavior. *Supress* your instinct to lead... Pursue Rabbit!
If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.
The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die.
I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.
Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!
The Queen is dead and gone. Well, at least she's gone... for now. Long live Alice! Long live Wonderland.