The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

miette never thought about danger.

she rose, padding along behind the skipping blossom. she marveled at the girl's energy -- and as she sang to herself, miette ignored the intrusive thought that commanded she push the girl down while her back was turned.

snappish then, miette cleared her throat. it be dis way. she ducked under a snarl of bladed thorns, leading charge towards the sound of trickling water.

a few minutes later, and they were in a small clearing not unlike the first -- only, this one featured a small tributary pond. miette had discovered it a few weeks before: one side was flanked in reeds, but the other had a tumble of broken rocks that made for good jumping platforms.

watch dis. miette suddenly crowed, sprinting towards the water to cannon-ball into it.