'What does it live on?' Alice asked, with great curiosity.

'Sap and sawdust,' said the Gnat. 'Go on with the list.'

Alice looked up at the Rocking-horse-fly with great interest,
and made up her mind that it must have been just repainted, it
looked so bright and sticky; and then she went on.

'And there's the Dragon-fly.'

'Look on the branch above your head,' said the Gnat, 'and there
you'll find a snap-dragon-fly. Its body is made of plum-pudding,
its wings of holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in
brandy.'

'And what does it live on?'

'Frumenty and mince pie,' the Gnat replied; 'and it makes its
nest in a Christmas box.'

'And then there's the Butterfly,' Alice went on, after she had
taken a good look at the insect with its head on fire, and had
thought to herself, 'I wonder if that's the reason insects are so
fond of flying into candles--because they want to turn into
Snap-dragon-flies!'

'Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet
back in some alarm), 'you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its
wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust,