For a very curious little girl, the tiny bottle was the ultimate temptation.
The bottle was only two inches high, filled with a glowing red liquid the color of current jam, and stopped with a cork. It boasted a paper tag marked with sparkling golden letters: Drink me. Alice obliged, of course. Such a curious sensation followed, of being blown apart into tiny fragments that then bunched themselves up tighter and tighter – and looking up to realize that the little glass table was miles above her head, and the tiny bottle she was holding as big as herself! Shutting up like a telescope indeed!