Alice adventures in Riddlesland

Down the Rabbit Hole.

ALICE was beginning to get very tired of
sitting at her computer, and of having
nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into
the code she had to develope, but it had no
colors or indentation in it, “and what is
the use of a code,” thought Alice, “ without
colors or indentation ?”
So she was considering in her own mind,
(as well as she could, for the hot day made
her feel very sleepy and stupid,) whether the
pleasure of solving a riddle would be
worth the trouble of start thinking,
when suddenly a white rabbit with
pink eyes ran close by her, with 3 mind tests...

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The Rabbit Sends a Little Bill

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IT was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly
back again, and looking anxiously about as it
went, as if it had lost something; and she heard
it muttering to itself, “The Duchess! The
Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and
whiskers! She ’ll get me executed, as sure as
ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped
it, I wonder!” Alice guessed in a moment
that it was looking for the fan and the pair
of white kid gloves, and she very goodnaturedly
began hunting about for them, but they were
nowhere to be seen.
Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she
went hunting about, and called out to her in
an angry tone, “Why, Mary Ann, what are you
doing out here? Run home this moment, and
solve me the next riddle! Quick,

Pig and Pepper

FOR a minute or two she stood looking at
the computer, and wondering what to do next,
when suddenly a footman in livery came
to her—(she considered him to
be a footman because he was in livery: otherwise,
judging by his face only, she would
have called him a fish)—and rapped loudly at
the door with his knuckles. It was opened by
another footman in livery, with a round face
and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen,
Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled
all over their heads. She felt very curious
to know what it was all about, and crept a
little way out of the wood to listen.
The Fish-Footman began by producing from
under his arm a great letter, nearly as large
as himself, and this he handed over to the
other, saying in a solemn tone, “For the
Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to solve
the last riddle.” The Frog-Footman repeated, in the
same solemn tone, only changing the order of
the words a little, “From the Queen. An invitation
for the Duchess to solve the last riddle.”

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Solution of the third riddle