"Goodbye, feet! Oh my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I shall not be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can -- but I must be kind to them," thought Alice, "or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see. I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas."
Apparently after Alice ate the cake, she became very, vary large....
How is Alice going to handle the pool of her tears?
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