L. Carroll

Jabberwocky 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

It was in the year 2341 when he decided to take a survival-holiday-trip with his friend into the Jurassic period. The trip was offered by the Time-Travel-Corporation TTC, which had the monopoly on time travel for already quite a while. 

Unfortunately his friend got stepped on by an enormous Brachiosaurus twelve minutes after arrival. This traumatic experience made him realize that a time period with smaller species would be the way to go for the next survival-trip. So he choose the rather unpopular Devon-period-trip offered by TTC at a 'Special-Super-Summer-Sale'.  Two complimentary gifts were handed over to him by the TTC salesman: a pocket knife and a loin-cloth 'fits-all-sizes'.

He arrived in the Devon-period in the early afternoon. Earth and nature, being in their infancy of genetic development, didn't seem to offer the survival-challenges he had wished for.

Little did he know...

A couple of illustrations I did for an online page to inform about hearing loss.

Captain Alistair Quickaboonip