Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by the ocean, watching the waves crash on the shore and having nothing to do. Once or twice she looked back at the boardwalk, but there wasn’t anyone interesting-looking walking by. “And what good is living in Venice Beach,” thought Alice, “without interesting-looking people walking by?”
So she was considering in her own somewhat sleepy mind whether the pleasure of organizing another photo shoot would be worth the trouble of looking for models, when suddenly a White Rabbit with dark eyes ran by her, muttering to itself, “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!”
It wasn’t until the White Rabbit pulled out a watch from its waistcoat, looked at it, and then hurried on, that Alice thought anything remarkable was happening. For it eventually occurred to her that she had never before seen a rabbit with a waistcoat, nor a watch to take out of it, and, burning with curiosity she ran across the beach after it and watched it dive down a rabbit-hole. Naturally, Alice went in after it.