The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

For one, single, blissful moment in time, Blossom thought about stranger danger.

But that was quickly discarded. Strangers, as she believed, were always friends. Sometimes they could be mean, but she would win out with her personality in the end. She quickly moved to her feet, eager as ever, with a tail wagging a mile a minute.

Okay!

She immediately began trotting the way Miette had pointed, humming a small tune.