The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

Blossom laughed at that, not a mean sound, barely more substance than a summer breeze. She did a twirl around Miette, slow so she could see the steps.

We don’t do that, silly! She whirled onto her hind paws, wavering there for a second, before she fell back to earth, still dancing.

Strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet. Why beat someone up when you can talk to them, learn from them!