The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The girl, Miette, came at her with her jaws wide.

Blossom merely blinked, her reaction time fully abysmal, until the girl’s mouth was right in front of her nose. For a moment, she thought she could smell fish. And that made her throw her head back, scrabbling back a few steps.

The poor stickbug, unsecured, was spontaneously thrown into the sky like a test pilot. It vanished into the thorns, Blossom staring owl eyed at where it had gone.

Do you see where it went? She whispered, watching the bushes to see if the little pilot had come back to them.

And what did you do that for? Not accusing by any means, not even a pout sat on her features. Just genuine curiosity.