Disclaimer: Any thing that you have seen before isen't mine anything you haven't is mine. (I claim none of Lewis Carroll's work as my own)
Chapter one I solemnly swear I'm up to no good
"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
"Very good Cornelius that will end the lesson for the day", Said my mother. As I finished my afternoon read I silently crept past the hedges ,my mother insisted on cutting into the shape of hideously shaped flamingos, and set under my own little tree next to the lake in the garden.
Then I pulled out my quill pen to wright using my own personal veil of blood in which to wright with, and begun.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
But then suddenly before I could finish my writing I was assaulted by some unknown creature. Luckily I was unharmed, though my quill was gone! "Come back here, Thief!...Thief!", I exclaimed chasing the villain into a strange meadow filled with all assortments of flowers. The strange creature had eluded me and I was now alone surrounded by wood.
I walked in aw of what I had found, a perfect spot for tea, though it was a tad dark and I was certain I could not find my way back here; For I could not even find my way home. I didn't really care though it was calming and I had no work to do here.
I had fallen asleep a little bit past the time I arrived in this part of the woods,and I was quite enjoying myself; That is until I heard a strange noise.
I rose to my feet at the tiny crackle sound, but to my surprise there was nothing not even a mouse.
Suddenly the flowers caught on fire, and the ground turned to ashy sand. I ran, but as I reached the forest path it turned a bright red; The color of blood. A cold slimy tongue on the back of my neck chilled me to the bone. I turned like a vorpal blade snicker-snack.
And through the fiery trees I saw it!
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
