Callooh! Callay! Bright the Dragon finds himself in the brillig Middle Quarters. Shiba proved to be a manxsome foe, but Bright overcame. The mome raths may be outgrabe, but Lute has no vorpal sword to strike down Bright snicker-snack, and such a girl is often lost in uffish thought. His jaws that bite and claws that catch are feared throughout Highlands, the Grasslands and beyond. So one, two, one, two and through and through instead for Bright and leave no trace of his foe. With a win he'll go galumphing back to Futch, and they'll be chortling in their joy.
