by jabberwock » Sat Dec 29, 2012 9:55 am
Brin was nervous when out on her own like this. It made her paranoid. Every so often she would glance around as if expecting some sort of attack. The fact she was on crutches didn't help. They made her feel vulnerable. She made it to her dingy flat and went inside. The place was sparsely furnishef. A small kitchen with a sink, an oven, a fridge and a small counter. The living room consisted of only a set of shelves and a sofa. Hwr bedroom was a small wardrobe and a small bed. She dumped her stuff at the doorway and looked around, having no clue what to do. At this point she would usually go for a run or try to aquire some money but right now that was out of the question.
`Twas brillig,
and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
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.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
- Lewis CarrollFanfiction Account Jubjub bird