'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.
'Feather!' cried the Sheep, as she took up another pair of needles.

Through the Looking Glass (And What Alice Found There), Chapter 5 - Wool and Water