I wish I could get through into looking-glass house,' Alice said. 'Let's pretend that the glass has gone soft and ...Why, I do believe it has! It's turning into a kind of cloud!' A moment later Alice is inside the looking-glass world. There she finds herself part of a great game of chess, travelling through forests and jumping across brooks. The chess pieces talk and argue with her, give orders and repeat poems ...It is the strangest dream that anyone ever had ...