The Baby Jabberwock
A baby Jabberwock was found in the Wabe. He was clonking and bleething,. A Kloggle found the baby Jabberwock, he drew his vorpal sword and cringled to himself. “What am I doing, Jabberwocks have gone to Klongcountry. What is this specimen doing here in the Wabe. I will not strike him with my vorpal sword, but take him home to the borogrove.”
“Kloggle what are you doing with that Jabberwock. Put him down, he might begin to grunge.”
“Oh, Mrs. Kloggle I did not think.”
“Kloggles do not think, they are programmed to clangle. I think he is beginning to grunge. Give him some plonkle, he is so alone.”
“Of course he is alone, wife, Jabberwocks come alone. Who wants more than one Jabberwock?”
And the Jabberwock continued to grunge and now he was stamping his jangle feet and shuwing his glovey.
“Quick give him to eat, otherwise he will dwindle” said the female Kloggle.
The male Kloggle looked in the clum and found some cooked boggles. The Jabberwock stopped grunging and snapped the boggles all at once. Wonder, oh Wonder, the Jabberwock did a beamy all over his mang. He was a happy Jabberwock.
“Chumple Kloggy, Chumple Kloggy” the Klogkind were home from the mimsy borogroves, and were glad to see Pappykloggy.
“A baby Jabberwock” said Chumple Kloggy number one. “How straddy! Can we spazle with him mamakloggy?” and the Jabberwock gumpet with frer.
“Ok chumple kloggys, but be vorsickle. He is a baby Jabberwock and can only woggle. “
“OK we woller with gluckle. Come Jabberwockle, geh spazlen .
The Jabberwock was a gluckle Jabberwock. The chumplekloggys were vorsickle and they spazled in the wabe near the borogroves. A jubjub bird flieged, the Jabberwock sprongled and there were only swarmy feathers left. The chumplekloggys clanged their poddles. “Gaschel Jabberwock” they called.
The Jabberwock licked his plaggle and grunged.
“No Jabberwock” said the Chumplekloggy number one, no grunging. We have to pulit the Jubjub feathers and klong the trot. Mamakloggy will schlog and Pappykloggy pline. Yes, a Jabberwock in the family was no easy task, but Pappykloggy and Mamakloggy were good Kloggles and felt sorry for the little lost Jabberwock.
That night he slumbed together with the eight chumplekloggys, hugging each one with his poddle and snarking with his Schnuf.