The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

the girl's head turned like a doll's. perched upon her nose waddled a stickbug: miette's level gaze fell upon him. he waved one thin limb in reply. if he spoke at all, she heard nothing.

this blonde thing was prettier than miette. the flaxen silk of her fur, the petalesque and rosy flash of her eyes! miette refused to be swayed by her coquettish features or soft smile.

okay, blossom from 'dat way'. she searched for ways in which to impose she was the boss here. i am going to eat de bug! and so, she reached for it greedily, jaws wide.