The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

this girl! miette was mesmerized by the way she moved, as if sea-song flowed through her. though each step Blossom took was measured, miette had no hope in matching them. it was as if she were a heavy tortoise, and blossom the most ornate and delicate bird on the wing.

no! dat makes no sense. she thought of the bad guys in stories. you couldn’t just dance them away! you just let trespassahs in your ‘ome? what if dey are bears? she pulled close as blossom twirled to the ground, her face twisted in incredulity.  ’ow you gonna be talkin’ to de bears if they come up to you? dey don’t want to TAWK. dey don’t want to dance! dey gonna cut you an’ your mumma up and eat you.