Jabberwocky by Will B

“Beware the Jabberwock my son!” James wished he had listened to his father. At first it didn’t seem such a bad idea to hunt the Jabberwock, but now he was scared. Very scared.

All of a sudden, James hit the ground. It didn’t hurt much, but it was enough to spook him. James stayed still and looked around. He knew he had only tripped, but it took a while to get up and start moving.

Just as James was inspecting a rare, massive tok tok tree, he heard a noise. A quiet, squeaky noise that didn’t fit in with the scary, shadowy place that was the tulgey wood. It was a Bundersnatch. Not dangerous unless it felt threatened. James listened a little harder: “Shift it!” the voice squeaked.

“My oh my!” exclaimed James, astonished, “Aren’t you beautiful!” James stepped back and examined the creature. Definitely a Bundersnatch: a twisted up carrot with the wings of a fairy, and the face of a dog with glowing yellow eyes. Quit short tempered too. A truly fascinating creature.

Suddenly, James heard an owl screech out a warning call, closely followed by the rustling of every living thing fleeing the area. Everything went eerily quiet. James crouched down and switched to hunting mode. He listened out… Nothing. He listened harder… Still nothing. He was just about to get up when he heard it. The low, deep rumbling of the most terrifying, breathtaking, vicious creature ever to have lived: the Jabberwock.

Before James had time to think, he saw orange and black blurs in front of him, and heard the, what was once a quiet burble, gradually turn louder and louder, until it was as if the creature was almost screaming. James knew it was the Jabberwock’s hunting strategy: it confuses it’s prey, chooses it’s moment, and then pounces. James selected his moment carefully, almost savouring the moment. “One, two, three!” he thrust his sword forward and punctured one of the creatures eight harts. James knew that it wasn’t how to kill a Jabberwock, but he also knew that it would slow the creature down an incredible amount, not just from the wound, but from shock. Sure enough, James’ strategy was right, the creature slowed down and James took the chance. He thrust his sword into the creature’s front right knee, and let it bleed until the creatured was sure to be unconscious. Finally, James knelt down, cupped his hands and started drinking the creature’s blood. He ignored the taste completely until he heard the creature give one last howl. That was it. The creature was dead.

James knelt down and picked the creature up into a fire-mans lift and ran home. Inside he was warm with triumph, but he didn’t show it. He could worry about that later. After a long run, James finally arrived back at his village. When he arrived, he found a big crowd of people. Suddenly someone shouted, and his dad broke through the crowd to join him, “come to my arms my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day calloh callay! Let us celebrate by having on the beast’s meat.

That night, James dreamt of killing the Jabberwock, but while he was drinking the blood, he saw another orange blur. Another Jabberwock…


1 Response to “Jabberwocky by Will B”

  1. 1 Emily May 19, 2012 at 20:16

    WELL DONE!!!!!!!!

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