{"id":146,"date":"2019-10-15T17:02:53","date_gmt":"2019-10-15T17:02:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zinequeen.littlethemeshop.com\/?p=146"},"modified":"2019-10-15T17:02:53","modified_gmt":"2019-10-15T17:02:53","slug":"cereal-aint-for-kids-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/2019\/10\/15\/cereal-aint-for-kids-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"Cereal Ain’t for Kids Anymore"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t\t\t\n

Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, \u2018just like a star-fish,\u2019 thought Alice. The poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much as she could do to hold it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, (which was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself,) she carried it out into the open air. \u2018If I don\u2019t take this child away with me,\u2019 thought Alice, \u2018they\u2019re sure to kill it in a day or two: wouldn\u2019t it be murder to leave it behind?\u2019 She said the last words out loud, and the little thing grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time). \u2018Don\u2019t grunt,\u2019 said Alice; \u2018that\u2019s not at all a proper way of expressing yourself.\u2019 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to see what was the matter with it. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

There could be no doubt that it had a very<\/em> turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the look of the thing at all. \u2018But perhaps it was only sobbing,\u2019 she thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see if there were any tears. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

No, there were no tears. \u2018If you\u2019re going to turn into a pig, my dear,\u2019 said Alice, seriously, \u2018I\u2019ll have nothing more to do with you. Mind now!\u2019 The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossible to say which), and they went on for some while in silence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alice was just beginning to think to herself, \u2018Now, what am I to do with this creature when I get it home?\u2019<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

When it grunted again, so violently, that she looked down into its face in some alarm. This time there could be no<\/em> mistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, and she felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it further. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. \u2018If it had grown up,\u2019 she said to herself, \u2018it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.\u2019 And she began thinking over other children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying to herself, \u2018if one only knew the right way to change them\u2014\u2019 when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. <\/p>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, \u2018just like a star-fish,\u2019 thought Alice. The poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":160,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[133],"tags":[154,166,183,199],"class_list":["post-146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-food","tag-cool-places","tag-food","tag-nostalgia","tag-trends"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=146"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/160"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plug.littlethemeshop.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}