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In the tale, the Mouse (speaking of itself in the third person) explains how a cur called Fury plotted to condemn it to death by serving as both judge and jury. "The Mouse's Tale" thus fits into Carroll's recurring themes of the insane trial (found also at the end of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, as well as in The Hunting of the Snark) and of predation (found throughout the Alice books and especially in the poems). In this poem, Carroll also takes a jab at spurious litigation (apparently criminal in this case, judging by the sentence), which may resonate with contemporary readers: “’…I’ll take no denial; We must have a trial: For really this morning I’ve nothing to do.’”

Although the Mouse claims that the "tale" will explain why he hates cats and dogs, the only villain in the poem is a dog; there is no actual explanation for the Mouse's animosity toward cats. However, Alice's Adventures Under Ground, the original version of Alice in Wonderland, contains a different poem at this point in the story (which begins, "We lived beneath the mat,/ Warm and snug and fat./ But one woe, that/ Was the cat!") which includes both cats and dogs as the enemies of the mice. That poem is also concrete poetry in the shape of a tail.

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