Chapter 1: The Jobberwacky
A/N: Read The Jabberwocky (Lewis Carroll) for the first time the other day. Bill Watterson's Nauseous Nocturne was also on my mind, and this is what came of it... Not long, but it isn't supposed to be. More poem than drabble. Explanations in the following chapters.
Steps and schleps and snickety-snacks, chomping mounching gnashing-on-ers skulking and pontificating silent-wisely underhind the moonberry thornbushes echoing the thoughting tangles of the monster-mind.
Shakling me-timbering childlings bursting hypothermic feelings pressed up against the boreal-dow against-hoping for a one of saving-people thing to land doubleplusgracefully on the crunchety disgraced-god gnome-domain.
The trages and galumps from the darkening-round of the house suck in no glory-feats, the steps and schleps grow closer, childlings tearing up for tearing down...
