It was indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bankthe birds with bedraggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close to them and all dripping wet, cross and uncomfortable. [They had all fallen into the pool of tears which Alice had wept when she was nine feet tall.] The first question, of course, was how to get dry. . . .
Said the Dodo: "The best thing would be a Caucus-race."
"What is a Caucus-race?" said Alice.
"Why" said the Dodo, "the best way to explain it is to do it." It marked out a race course in a sort...