The Tangle queen so strong thought she was a machine

miette’s small brow crinkled. this woman spoke funny, with none of the graceful affectation of sapphique. and she spoke nonsense!

with a raised paw, miette felt about the front of her forehead. she felt no nubs. i don’ ‘ave any horns! and i won’ ever forget ‘ow to swim. she informed, letting out an enduring huff between her nose. her maman sure had interesting friends. ’ow come you be talkin’ funny?