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 Jabberwocky I, the Jabberwocky…wait, don’t run away! Everyone is afraid of me, I can’t stand it! It’s like I’m a big, scary monster or something. (o.k., I am!) But that’s me on the outside. On the inside I’m a friendly, caring person. Now, you might wonder if I’m so friendly and stuff, than how did all of those tales about me being the worst “thing” on the planet get around? I’ll tell you exactly how those came to be around here. It all started one day when I, the Jabb (short for Jabberwocky) was unknown to the human species. I was sitting on a big tree log drinking berark drink (berries and bark) and gnawing on some tree leaves. I was reading my book that I found in the woods, I taught myself to read and I now enjoy the stuff a lot. Over the years I’ve found 11 books, I read them quite frequently. Anyways, just as I was sitting there minding my own business, feeling at peace with the world, when at once I heard a voice, it said “Ahh… so I have come upon a beast.” I look up, there stands a man with a sword. The sword is pointed strait at me. The man comes closer and then and there tries to take a swing at my arm. I purposely let him. I fall to the ground. Now wait, my friend, don’t feel sad, I am tricking this man, you see. I do not want to hurt a helpless human but to avoid being killed myself, I must do it and for all of my life I regret it. I lay on the ground and pretend to be hurt. Just as I suspected he comes towards me and I quick as a flash grab him. He screams, “help, help!” because he has left his sword on the ground. Listen, I say to the man, remember I don’t want to hurt you, but it looks as though I must. I, being a 10 foot tall giant, powerfully throw the man to the ground with one swing of my arm. I am afraid to look. Will this man be dead? I look, he is. I took the man’s body back to the village and left a note saying: “This was the doings of the regretful Jabb (Jabberwocky). I say this from my heart, I am truly sorry. I did not want it to come to this.” Despite my note, I was hated from then on. No one even gave a thought to my note. I regret that day I killed that poor man (100 years ago) and I weep almost every day at the thought of it. If I could I would forgive and forget, I really would, but no one will forgive me. I can’t explain it to you it’s too hard. But I can tell you that once a month on the second Monday of the month a man comes into the forest and tries to kill me. I can’t live to kill another person, so I take them and drop them back in the village with one broken limb as a threat. No one has ever killed the mighty, kind, caring, loving Jabb and no one ever will. And no one as ever forgiven me yet, although they will come through for me one day. I know it in my heart. Now you know that I am a loving caring person inside. Article posted February 10, 2010 at 08:50 AM • comment (1) • Reads 585 • see all articles |
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