Achtsam leben

She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a  rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices  all talking together: she made out the words: ‚Where’s the other  ladder?—Why, I hadn’t to bring but one; Bill’s got the other—Bill!  fetch it here, lad!—Here, put ‚em up at this corner—No, tie ‚em  together first—they don’t reach half high enough yet—Oh! they’ll  do well enough; don’t be particular—Here, Bill! catch hold of this  rope—Will the roof bear?—Mind that loose slate—Oh, it’s coming  down! Heads below!‘ (a loud crash)—’Now, who did that?—It was Bill, I  fancy—Who’s to go down the chimney?—Nay, I shan’t! YOU do it!—That I  won’t, then!—Bill’s to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you’re to  go down the chimney!‘ ‚Oh! So Bill’s got to come down the chimney, has he?‘ said Alice to  herself. ‚Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn’t be in  Bill’s place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to be sure; but  I THINK I can kick a little!‘ She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited  till she heard a little animal (she couldn’t guess of what sort it was)  scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then,  saying to herself ‚This is Bill,‘ she gave one sharp kick, and waited to  see what would happen next. The first thing she heard was a general chorus of ‚There goes Bill!‘  then the Rabbit’s voice along—’Catch him, you by the hedge!‘ then  silence, and then another confusion of voices—’Hold up his head—Brandy  now—Don’t choke him—How was it, old fellow? What happened to you? Tell  us all about it!‘ Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, (‚That’s Bill,‘ thought  Alice,) ‚Well, I hardly know—No more, thank ye; I’m better now—but I’m  a deal too flustered to tell you—all I know is, something comes at me  like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!‘ ‚So you did, old fellow!‘ said the others. ‚We must burn the house down!‘ said the Rabbit’s voice; and Alice called  out as loud as she could, ‚If you do. I’ll set Dinah at you!‘ There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, ‚I  wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they’d take the  roof off.‘ After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and  Alice heard the Rabbit say, ‚A barrowful will do, to begin with.‘ ‚A barrowful of WHAT?‘ thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt,  for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the  window, and some of them hit her in the face. ‚I’ll put a stop to this,‘  she said to herself, and shouted out, ‚You’d better not do that again!‘  which produced another dead silence. Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into  little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright