The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

a splash, a splatter — a gurgle of sounds as water rushed to her ears and senses.

blossom’s distorted face peered from above.

miette broke the water with a gasp, grinning wide as she padded back to blossom. is easy — watch. the girl waddled from the water sopping, crawling now towards the rock’s summit.

she’d noticed blossom hadn’t gone in. you just run and jump — your turn!

but she did not wait for blossom’s company in the deep below. miette sprung from the stone with a shriek, diving artfully like an otter into the cold’s depths.