Post by Rakko Streamwater on Jan 25, 2009 21:09:00 GMT -5
A tiny, female mole wobbled out of the huge front doors of Redwall abbey. She looked tiny in comparison to the great size of the doors but she had had no trouble pushing them open. She waved to a dibbun playing with a mousemade over in the strawberry patch. "Doin't you-ums bees eetin's too many oh thur strawbees afore dinns likklie un!!" She chuckled lightly to herself, shaking her head. /she/ had never been that way when she was a dibbun...or so she remembered...
A smile spread across her velvety snout as she moved aside some small branches, uncovering a hole about a diameter and a half larger than she. She set down the beaker of cordial she had had in paw and wiggled herself into the hole. It was easy enough for her to slide in but for any creature larger than herself, it would have been difficult. She set her claws to work, using them for what she had been born to do: dig! She widened the hole at the base and started on the main cavern.
Of course, she had asked William, the Abbey Champion, if she would be aloud to dig herself and the rest of her crew a little den. Somewhere on the grounds where they could sit and have some 'mole-time'. he had agreed whole-heartedly, laughing lightly as they parted and Brink, excitedly, had rushed to find the perfect spot.
She worked now on widening the cavern, creating little crevices for storage and a good place to put a chair or two. When she had the cave to her liking, she slipped out and stole the beaker from the mouth of the hole, noticing with satisfaction that the young dibbun had taken her advice and left the patch. She sat in the ground of her cave and looked around, quite pleased with herself. A single pile of dirt hung at the mouth of the tunnel, waiting to be taken to the top.
She scouted around, looking for good places to break of tunnels. She wanted all of her moles to have their own, private little quarters. Well, she at least wanted one. But that would be to much work for today. The sun was starting to set and dinner must be soon. But she just wanted to finnish one more thing.
She headed to the north wall of the den and started to map an outline for the main tunnel. She started at the top, running her claws over the soft dirt as it fell away to her expertise. But her claw scraped something wood. Something that should not have been there. Curious, she dug faster and found a silver handle connected to a wodden plank. She dug faster and found a large trunk sticking halfway out the wall. She tugged but it didn't budge so she dug deeper.
There was a call from the opening of the tunnel. "Oi! Brinkers! Dinns!"
It was Sterling, one of the moles in her crew. "Roight! Oi'll bee thur soon likkle missus!" She called back.
After about five more minutes of digging she tugged again- and the trunk came loose! She jumped up and down, excited that she had been victorious over the muddy wall. Before vene looking at it or trying to open it she pushed it over to the entrance tunnel and dragged it up to the surface. She scooted it across the abbey lawn and up through the double doors, brushing off any dirt that would have gotten on the abbey floor.
She ran into the great hall and found William quickly. "Zur! Pleeze. Coim with oi! 'Tis of ze urgentee koind!" She turned and hurried out of the hall, not waiting to watch him follow. She stepped out into the hallway and stood by her trunk and silently pointed her right digging claw and the silver lined wooden treasure chest.
A smile spread across her velvety snout as she moved aside some small branches, uncovering a hole about a diameter and a half larger than she. She set down the beaker of cordial she had had in paw and wiggled herself into the hole. It was easy enough for her to slide in but for any creature larger than herself, it would have been difficult. She set her claws to work, using them for what she had been born to do: dig! She widened the hole at the base and started on the main cavern.
Of course, she had asked William, the Abbey Champion, if she would be aloud to dig herself and the rest of her crew a little den. Somewhere on the grounds where they could sit and have some 'mole-time'. he had agreed whole-heartedly, laughing lightly as they parted and Brink, excitedly, had rushed to find the perfect spot.
She worked now on widening the cavern, creating little crevices for storage and a good place to put a chair or two. When she had the cave to her liking, she slipped out and stole the beaker from the mouth of the hole, noticing with satisfaction that the young dibbun had taken her advice and left the patch. She sat in the ground of her cave and looked around, quite pleased with herself. A single pile of dirt hung at the mouth of the tunnel, waiting to be taken to the top.
She scouted around, looking for good places to break of tunnels. She wanted all of her moles to have their own, private little quarters. Well, she at least wanted one. But that would be to much work for today. The sun was starting to set and dinner must be soon. But she just wanted to finnish one more thing.
She headed to the north wall of the den and started to map an outline for the main tunnel. She started at the top, running her claws over the soft dirt as it fell away to her expertise. But her claw scraped something wood. Something that should not have been there. Curious, she dug faster and found a silver handle connected to a wodden plank. She dug faster and found a large trunk sticking halfway out the wall. She tugged but it didn't budge so she dug deeper.
There was a call from the opening of the tunnel. "Oi! Brinkers! Dinns!"
It was Sterling, one of the moles in her crew. "Roight! Oi'll bee thur soon likkle missus!" She called back.
After about five more minutes of digging she tugged again- and the trunk came loose! She jumped up and down, excited that she had been victorious over the muddy wall. Before vene looking at it or trying to open it she pushed it over to the entrance tunnel and dragged it up to the surface. She scooted it across the abbey lawn and up through the double doors, brushing off any dirt that would have gotten on the abbey floor.
She ran into the great hall and found William quickly. "Zur! Pleeze. Coim with oi! 'Tis of ze urgentee koind!" She turned and hurried out of the hall, not waiting to watch him follow. She stepped out into the hallway and stood by her trunk and silently pointed her right digging claw and the silver lined wooden treasure chest.