Post by Runtool on Sept 18, 2012 10:04:05 GMT -5
was a rainy, stormy night in the Abbey of Redwall. In the gatekeepers small cottage sat a group of dibbuns eagerly awaiting a story from their favourite elders, an old squirrel and an old mouse who had lived at the Abbey for countless seasons. One eager youngster raised his hand and took his paw out of his mouth "'scuse me mista can wee hear a story naow?" the old squirrel asked his companion in a joking manner "well what do you think! Should we let these young ones hear a story?" the old mouse replied with a mock scowl "oh I don't know me ould Taterbun: we should make them promise to be good!" an instant chorus of "we well mista's" greeted his remark The old mouse said "well ok then, but no interuptions!" one molebabe raised his digging claw and asked "zurr will ane of us gurt wurriors be in ee storee?" the old squirrel chewed the tip of his tail as he said "I should hope not young 'uns, It happened About twenty seasons ago..."