Alice was just beginning to think to herself, “Now, what am I to do with this creature when I get it home?” when
it
grunted again so violently that she looked down into its face in some alarm. This time there could be no mistake
about
it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, and she felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it any
further.
So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. “If
it had grown
up,” she said to herself, “it would have been a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I
think.”
— Lewis Carroll (Charles Dodgson),
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1865)
