Alice walked up to the Cheshire Cat.
“Excuse me,” she said politely. “Would you tell me please, Cat, which photographer I ought to use?”
The Cheshire Cat paused for a moment, looked off into the distance and began to lick his privates quite intently, leaving Alice to wonder if he had heard her at all. She cleared her throat and the Cheshire Cat dropped his leg and looked at her.
He said, “The photographer you use depends very much on how important these photographs are to you.”
“Oh,” said Alice, “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
The Cheshire Cat grinned and said, “I suggest you do, for your answer will determine where you go.” And then he ducked his head back between his legs, and Alice wandered off, pondering his advice.