Post by fluke on Feb 28, 2009 19:35:54 GMT -5
It was common practice for the young Fluke to catch a few winks out in the deep depths of Mossflower woods. The young squirrel was none too bothered with the cold temperatures of winter. Mayhaps he's sleeping habits only became more excessive in the colder temperatures. All and all it was fine with him because he enjoyed a snooze or two throughout the day.
He found a very nice little nudge under a great oak tree, and had been very proud of himself for finding such a spot. Stump, roots, and the dirt below all formed a small nook that was just large enough for the young squirrel. He curled himself up inside so that his large bushy red tail blocked the entrance and kept his body nice and toasty warm. It was so nice that his little nap would end up covering most of the day.
The squirrel did not usually sleep under tree stumps or even in trees for that matter. One of his greatest pleasures was basking under a great old tree, half shaded by it's large branches. However, it was winter and sleeping out in the open like that, well it was pretty impossible. You'd really have to have ice cubes for blood to tolerate sleeping in such temperatures.
It'd strayed into late night, and two beasts were not having the same luck in getting as much shut eye as the young squirrel. Fortunately for them, they were none too concerned with sleeping so much as they were with filling their stomachs. The pair were both weasels, dressed head to foot in the most raged clothing you'd ever seen. Both carrying a few small sacks that were in much better condition than their own clothing.
“Hehehe, see vhat I told you mate? Steeling dose tasties from dose mole fellovs vas easy as grandmum’s pie, eh?” the taller ferret said, nudging his companion with an elbow.
“Hey, I’m carrying de most of dis stuff. I did all de stealing, all de dreatening, and nov I’m doing all de labor. Your not going to lift a pav until it’s time to stuff your ugly mug.” He sneered, upset that his companion was so jokingly nudging him after he’d supposedly done all the work. There was not retaliation from the other weasel, just a mouthful of complaints that he’d deal out. “Don’t you go telling me hov easy de job had been. You vouldn’t lift a finger if your ovn mum’s life depended on it.”
“Vhy you ungrateful little snot rod! You act like it’s such a task to steal from a fev mole beasties, next time I’ll shov you hov it’s done! Mark my vords!” his attention was caught by a nice tree stump laying out on the woodland floor. Thinking that it’d make a fine table to have their late night dinner. “Nov let’s just settle down and enjoy de meal, vere vell enough out of sight from dose mole fellovs, and I’m hungry. The two set their food down on the old wood trunk. Each went about their own business in preparation for the meal. Neither straying too far off from the food so that the other would not be able to steal a bite from under the other’s nose. All along the shorter ferret continued to complain about the effort his companion put into helping. Causing enough rucus to warn any beast in the area along with waking up anyone trying to sleep.
Fluke was one of the beasts unfortunate enough to have their dreams disturbed by the loud obnoxious ranting of the two ferrets. He popped his head out of the hole, hair all frazzled from sleep. The picture perfect image of some tired, sedated creature waking up in the morning with a bad hair day. He was none to happy to spy on the two ferrets. Listening to them rant about how much work was put out when they stole from some ol’ mole critters. He was tired and groggy, occasionally rubbing his eyes and chopping his lips as was usual morning habits. His attention was however sparked when one of the vermin opened the bag, setting free the smell of fine cooking.
It’d been a long time since the young squirrel had fine cooking, and he was not about to pass up a meal. He was following the River Moss upstream where he’d eventually break off to meet old Redwall Abbey. However, that was still a few days journey, he was hungry, and the abbey was not going anywhere anytime soon. Stealth fully and cautiously the squirrel climbed a tree up over the ferret, skillful in the art just as most squirrel-kind.
The shorter ferret had walked off to go get some water from the river moss, straying far enough that his partner felt comfortable enough to steal a bite of food. He opened the bag, peering down on the tasty morsels. Suddenly a great rod came hovering down from above his view, smacking the fronts of his paws with a great force. He withdrew his hands, slightly lunging back in shock and pain. The reaction, along with the confusion gave Fluke enough time to grab the sacks and make a run for it. Behind him, he could hear the ferret calling out. “Hey mate, matey! Some beast is making off mitt our food! Stop him. Stop de little snot nosed runt!” The shorter ferret had heard his companion’s cries and came charging out from the river where he came to face the young Fluke.
“End of de line runt, hand over de goods before you get yourself hur!!!” before the ferret could finish his sentence, Fluke’s weapon was swung in a long ranged arc down low to the ground. The results sent the ferret off his feet as the pole smacked into the backs of his legs. He flew to the ground, landing heavily on his rump as the young squirrel ran past him.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkkkkkkk, you let de snot nosed thief get avay. Come on!” the other unhappily shouted out as he caught up to his fallen comrade. Handing him a paw, the taller ferret heaved the other up onto his feet and the two began chase of their young foe. Both yelling out insults, and threats out as they trailed the fellow making off with their dinner.
Fluke was running the best he could with the food bags, and staff in his grip. There was no way he was going to get up in a tree with all the food stuffs he was carrying. The sweet smell of dinner rose up from the bags as he ran. “Hey guys, these vittles smell great. I’ll be thinking about ya when I’m chowin’ down later.” he called back, mocking the two ferrets.
Unfortunatly the food was weighing him down way too much, and the two ferrets were catching up with him. It was only a few moments before the young squirrel was suddenly heaved up into the air. The taller ferret catching hold of Fluke’s scruff. Weapon and foods were all dropped down across the ground. “HEY! Let me go you snobby old buck tooth! Your gonna mess up my fur.” Fluke yelled out, still ready to deal out swings and insults. The ferret was well enough out of range as he held the small squirrel high off the ground.
The other ferret had caught up, tired but ready to deal out some punishment. He looked at the kid, and then to his companion. “It’s about time you made yourself useful.” he said, picking up Fluke’s combat pole. “So dat vas pretty bold of you, stealing food from tvo ferrets. I dink I need to teach you a lesson runt! I mean ve can’t have squirrels running around doing anything dey please. Let’s get dis right, ve are de thieves here. Vere de one’s dat rob de likes of you, not dat you have much to offer kid.” The weasel smirked, lining the combat pole up with the squirrels back. Preparing to swing as his companion firmly held onto the young beast.
He found a very nice little nudge under a great oak tree, and had been very proud of himself for finding such a spot. Stump, roots, and the dirt below all formed a small nook that was just large enough for the young squirrel. He curled himself up inside so that his large bushy red tail blocked the entrance and kept his body nice and toasty warm. It was so nice that his little nap would end up covering most of the day.
The squirrel did not usually sleep under tree stumps or even in trees for that matter. One of his greatest pleasures was basking under a great old tree, half shaded by it's large branches. However, it was winter and sleeping out in the open like that, well it was pretty impossible. You'd really have to have ice cubes for blood to tolerate sleeping in such temperatures.
It'd strayed into late night, and two beasts were not having the same luck in getting as much shut eye as the young squirrel. Fortunately for them, they were none too concerned with sleeping so much as they were with filling their stomachs. The pair were both weasels, dressed head to foot in the most raged clothing you'd ever seen. Both carrying a few small sacks that were in much better condition than their own clothing.
“Hehehe, see vhat I told you mate? Steeling dose tasties from dose mole fellovs vas easy as grandmum’s pie, eh?” the taller ferret said, nudging his companion with an elbow.
“Hey, I’m carrying de most of dis stuff. I did all de stealing, all de dreatening, and nov I’m doing all de labor. Your not going to lift a pav until it’s time to stuff your ugly mug.” He sneered, upset that his companion was so jokingly nudging him after he’d supposedly done all the work. There was not retaliation from the other weasel, just a mouthful of complaints that he’d deal out. “Don’t you go telling me hov easy de job had been. You vouldn’t lift a finger if your ovn mum’s life depended on it.”
“Vhy you ungrateful little snot rod! You act like it’s such a task to steal from a fev mole beasties, next time I’ll shov you hov it’s done! Mark my vords!” his attention was caught by a nice tree stump laying out on the woodland floor. Thinking that it’d make a fine table to have their late night dinner. “Nov let’s just settle down and enjoy de meal, vere vell enough out of sight from dose mole fellovs, and I’m hungry. The two set their food down on the old wood trunk. Each went about their own business in preparation for the meal. Neither straying too far off from the food so that the other would not be able to steal a bite from under the other’s nose. All along the shorter ferret continued to complain about the effort his companion put into helping. Causing enough rucus to warn any beast in the area along with waking up anyone trying to sleep.
Fluke was one of the beasts unfortunate enough to have their dreams disturbed by the loud obnoxious ranting of the two ferrets. He popped his head out of the hole, hair all frazzled from sleep. The picture perfect image of some tired, sedated creature waking up in the morning with a bad hair day. He was none to happy to spy on the two ferrets. Listening to them rant about how much work was put out when they stole from some ol’ mole critters. He was tired and groggy, occasionally rubbing his eyes and chopping his lips as was usual morning habits. His attention was however sparked when one of the vermin opened the bag, setting free the smell of fine cooking.
It’d been a long time since the young squirrel had fine cooking, and he was not about to pass up a meal. He was following the River Moss upstream where he’d eventually break off to meet old Redwall Abbey. However, that was still a few days journey, he was hungry, and the abbey was not going anywhere anytime soon. Stealth fully and cautiously the squirrel climbed a tree up over the ferret, skillful in the art just as most squirrel-kind.
The shorter ferret had walked off to go get some water from the river moss, straying far enough that his partner felt comfortable enough to steal a bite of food. He opened the bag, peering down on the tasty morsels. Suddenly a great rod came hovering down from above his view, smacking the fronts of his paws with a great force. He withdrew his hands, slightly lunging back in shock and pain. The reaction, along with the confusion gave Fluke enough time to grab the sacks and make a run for it. Behind him, he could hear the ferret calling out. “Hey mate, matey! Some beast is making off mitt our food! Stop him. Stop de little snot nosed runt!” The shorter ferret had heard his companion’s cries and came charging out from the river where he came to face the young Fluke.
“End of de line runt, hand over de goods before you get yourself hur!!!” before the ferret could finish his sentence, Fluke’s weapon was swung in a long ranged arc down low to the ground. The results sent the ferret off his feet as the pole smacked into the backs of his legs. He flew to the ground, landing heavily on his rump as the young squirrel ran past him.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkkkkkkk, you let de snot nosed thief get avay. Come on!” the other unhappily shouted out as he caught up to his fallen comrade. Handing him a paw, the taller ferret heaved the other up onto his feet and the two began chase of their young foe. Both yelling out insults, and threats out as they trailed the fellow making off with their dinner.
Fluke was running the best he could with the food bags, and staff in his grip. There was no way he was going to get up in a tree with all the food stuffs he was carrying. The sweet smell of dinner rose up from the bags as he ran. “Hey guys, these vittles smell great. I’ll be thinking about ya when I’m chowin’ down later.” he called back, mocking the two ferrets.
Unfortunatly the food was weighing him down way too much, and the two ferrets were catching up with him. It was only a few moments before the young squirrel was suddenly heaved up into the air. The taller ferret catching hold of Fluke’s scruff. Weapon and foods were all dropped down across the ground. “HEY! Let me go you snobby old buck tooth! Your gonna mess up my fur.” Fluke yelled out, still ready to deal out swings and insults. The ferret was well enough out of range as he held the small squirrel high off the ground.
The other ferret had caught up, tired but ready to deal out some punishment. He looked at the kid, and then to his companion. “It’s about time you made yourself useful.” he said, picking up Fluke’s combat pole. “So dat vas pretty bold of you, stealing food from tvo ferrets. I dink I need to teach you a lesson runt! I mean ve can’t have squirrels running around doing anything dey please. Let’s get dis right, ve are de thieves here. Vere de one’s dat rob de likes of you, not dat you have much to offer kid.” The weasel smirked, lining the combat pole up with the squirrels back. Preparing to swing as his companion firmly held onto the young beast.
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