"This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, Well! They were both very unpleasant characters – Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared it was more likely to be a wild beast. Are there any lions or tigers about here? she asked timidly.
It's only the Red King snoring, said Tweedledee.
Come and look at him! the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
Isn't he a lovely sight? said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud – fit to snore his head off! as Tweedledum remarked.
I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass, said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
He's dreaming now, said Tweedledee: and what do you think he's dreaming about?
Alice said Nobody can guess that. "