The Jabberwock  Inn

 

Christmas was coming very soon and Jia had a bucket-full of presents in her arms. Her fingers were as white as the snow. While she walked, she thought about what to get Gibson, a small corgi for Christmas. Gibson hopped in front of Jia and sped off.  Jia giggled, almost dropping all the gifts that laid in her arms.   Then, Gibson paused.  Jia walked carefully to where Gibson breached. A small, eerie looking inn was hidden in the shrubbery. The inn was old and grime infested. She shuddered as she read aloud, “welcome to the Jabberwock inn”