The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

A blink, one, then two, then she swirled into another aerial.

Well, then we’ve got Boone! He’s big and strong, if they’re meanies! She chirped, like a bird. Her steps slowed, until she was merely swaying in place, still humming below her breath.

What do you do for fun if you don’t dance, Miette? I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t dance or sing or go find flowers! Oh, and flowers were such a favorite! Positively dizzy with the idea of flower bouquets in her den, she swanned over onto her side, then her back, staring up at the sky through the tangle of branches.