Chapter Two Ashes to marshmallows?
The creature long tongue sticking between the trees back and forth like a metronome mother would play for my mid-morning singing lessons. But Blast it all why was I remembering stupid things like my mothers lessons! "As if they ever helped me accomplish anything", I unknowingly said out loud forgetting the creature before me.
The creature, with its most puttered breath, growled a harsh rasped high pitch squall quickly disrupting my train of thought and sending me into a panic once more. Frozen I looked around in a rapid fashion to find anything just anything I can use to defend myself.
Then as if none of this was happening I see a little hedgehog walking among the none burned flowers. "That's it!", I shouted as I reached for the hedgehog, and threw it at the beast. Unfortunately this did not cut the beasts head off, but then again this wasn't the Jabberwocky and that wasn't a vorpal sword.
The unknown creature came closer and closer and as I closed my eyes I felt a burning peeling feeling as if my skin was being torn off. Then silence,,,
And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
I woke up at an unknown point in time and unknown location. Luckily The creature what ever it was had vanished leaving my fear and what appeared to be scares all over my body, Though they felt no pain and held no blood. They where just mementos of what had unfolded.
I stood up shocked for the fact of it was; I was standing on a marshmallow? "No A Mushroom!", I let slip out as I walked forward tacking in the scenery.
Which in this case was a enriched forest of: mushrooms, tall bark less trees, huge gorges, and many rivers!
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
