'Feather!' cried the Sheep, as she took up another pair of
needles.

This didn't sound like a remark that needed any answer, so
Alice said nothing, but pulled away. There was something very
queer about the water, she thought, as every now and then the
oars got fast in it, and would hardly come out again.

'Feather! Feather!' the Sheep cried again, taking more
needles. 'You'll be catching a crab directly.'

'A dear little crab!' thought Alice. 'I should like that.'

'Didn't you hear me say "Feather"?' the Sheep cried angrily,
taking up quite a bunch of needles.

'Indeed I did,' said Alice: 'you've said it very often--and
very loud. Please, where ARE the crabs?'

'In the water, of course!' said the Sheep, sticking some of the
needles into her hair, as her hands were full. 'Feather, I say!'

'WHY do you say "feather" so often?' Alice asked at last,
rather vexed. 'I'm not a bird!'

'You are,' said the Sheep: 'you're a little goose.'

This offended Alice a little, so there was no more conversation
for a minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimes