The Rabbit tried to console the sobbing creature the Queen cast off after the disastrous game of croquet. "It's n-not at all bad," he anxiously reassured her. "Everyone l-loses sometime."
"It's not thaaat!" She wailed, burying herself in his waistcoat. The Rabbit fumbled in his pockets for a handkerchief. "I want to wake up!"
"But, my dear, ah- child, you are already awake!"
She looked up at the Rabbit with blue teary eyes. "No- this is just a dream! A crazy, odd, strange, unusual, daydream!"
A forced chuckle. "Dear, you are just as mad as the Quee- as a teapot."