Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogroves and the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the Jujub Bird and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!

Unfortunately, that's all I can remember from Lewis Carroll's legendary poem "The Jabberwock." So, to fill up more space, I'm going to make up a story. What shall it be about? A ballerina in the Amazon rainforest, talking to a pyromaniacal jaguar cub. Does that sound good? Yes, I think I'll write about that.

The night was dark and humid. A canopy of leafy branches overhead blocked almost all of the moonlight coming through, but this ballerina didn't need light to dance ballet through the Amazon rainforest. She twirled noiselessly, her pirouettes and gentle arabesques floating through the damp air.

Bah. I'm tired of that story. :c I hope you liked what I wrote, though! And have fun with my petpage :3