`Can you row?’ the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting-needles as she spoke. `Yes, a little – but not on land – and not with needles – ’ Alice was beginning to say, when suddenly the needles turned into oars in her hands, and she found they were in a little boat, gliding along between banks: so there was nothing for it but to do her best. 

Illustration by Alexander Antoniuk for Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass