Post by Abbot Vivian on Jun 10, 2010 21:39:09 GMT -5
There was a strange thing about dibbuns. They were usually louder than the raucous clatter of falling metal pots and pans, but they could be absolutely stealthy whenever silence was required for whatever sort of mischief they had planned. It was during the moments of absolute silence that caused the most suspicion among the brothers and sisters of the Redwall order because it meant the young ones and the abbot himself were up to no good. Accompanied by a small army of dibbuns and whoever else decided to join him, Abbot Vivian had tip-pawed his way into the kitchen. His objective, to liberate some honey scones and sample some refreshingly cold mint tea.
He crept low with the highest hope that none of his followers would betray their position to the kitchen staff with any amount of giggling. He tilted his head up and explored the vast kitchen as best he could, relying on his nose quite often to navigate his way around the stoves and cabinets. Despite all of his efforts to remain unnoticed and the commendable performance of the young ones behind him, it was his hunger that may very well have exposed him. Vivian was almost always hungry, but he was hungrier than ever when food was almost within grabbing range. It was some seconds after infiltrating the kitchen that his stomach growled.
GOWLLRRLLNN!
He crept low with the highest hope that none of his followers would betray their position to the kitchen staff with any amount of giggling. He tilted his head up and explored the vast kitchen as best he could, relying on his nose quite often to navigate his way around the stoves and cabinets. Despite all of his efforts to remain unnoticed and the commendable performance of the young ones behind him, it was his hunger that may very well have exposed him. Vivian was almost always hungry, but he was hungrier than ever when food was almost within grabbing range. It was some seconds after infiltrating the kitchen that his stomach growled.
GOWLLRRLLNN!
