The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

i not bite you. miette cut in with a thorough shake of her head. i bite de bug.

as blossom rubbed her chin, miette finally extracted the thorn from her paw. she spat it out, envisioning herself as a mutineer pirate -- with blossom as her ... hmmm.. prisoner! no, that wasn't very exciting, and she didn't fit the whole prisoner vibe. first mate? no, that honor was firmly astera's. miette pondered for a moment before her eyes lit up. concubine! blossom could be the concubine!

you dance? dat sounds silly. miette could not imagine conquering her enemies with dance moves. show me. mebbe if things get real bad, you can dance people to death.