‘Twas brillig, and the mome raths were making an ungodly racket across the wabe. Except for their outgribing. the forest was quiet. Ever since that beamish boy slew the Jabberwock, all had been calm in the tulgey wood.
I wandered out to the Tumtum tree, where someone had installed a frabjous plaque amid the borogroves in honor of our galumphing hero. Suddenly a splash landed on the plaque, turning it slithy. I turned my uffish face to the sky to see the Jubjub bird.
Then came another frumious splash!
I wandered out to the Tumtum tree, where someone had installed a frabjous plaque amid the borogroves in honor of our galumphing hero. Suddenly a splash landed on the plaque, turning it slithy. I turned my uffish face to the sky to see the Jubjub bird.
Then came another frumious splash!
