The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

Authority was something Blossom had never come up against, besides the gentle parenting of her mother. The girl turned slowly to lock eyes with the other child, offering her a smile and a wag of her tail.

Hello! She chirped, steadily turning her face so the bug wouldn’t be unseated.

I’m Blossom! I’m from that way! The stickbug jittered in time to her words and she giggled to see it, crossing her eyes.

I’m exploring, and I think he’s just a bug. But what if…he wasn’t? What would they do then?