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Post by fernleaf on Aug 9, 2014 22:29:39 GMT -5
The badger would not take no for an answer. She dragged him into the room where a tub full of soap was ready. "Get in there!" She shoved him into the tub and grabbed a brush. "Don't struggle so, it's for your own good. Surprised you didn't catch the plague, as dirty as you are." She shoved him back down and started scrubbing with the brush with very hard. Water splashed, soap bubbles flew here and there, and fur flew. "You'll feel better. Get back in there, you silly beast!"
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 9, 2014 22:47:42 GMT -5
The fox howled as he was thrown bodily into a wooden tub. He tried desperately to crawl away on all fours. He didn't care if he was wearing only his pelt he was going to escape from these crazed woodland savages!
Between a badger and the novices pulling him back in and nearly drowning him in the process.
He looked absolutely miserable. Fur wet with water and soap, bubbles on his whiskers. The water if nothing else proved the fox had short fur. He could no longer claim the bulge around his belly was simple fluff.
"So..." said one hare novice to the other as they washed the fox's tail with brushes. "Did you ever imagine you would be giving a fox a bath when you joined the order?"
The brown furred hare gave his companion an annoyed look. The fox interupted with a loud bark, "Get yer darn dirt paws off of me you darn dirty hares! So help me I'll murder you all for supper!"
Both hare's gasped. "Oh dear...looks like his mouth still has to be washed out. Here, let's take care of that now...
The fox's rants and terrified barks were drowned out as a brush was inserted into his mouth.
Yes, beasts were going to die for this...
Ooc lol! That was funny and random XD sorry about taking the liberty to post again but...i could not resist. Now that baro is with out clothes...does anyone want to suggest wbat he should wear now? Either oocly or spoof a beast ICly?
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Post by fernleaf on Aug 10, 2014 13:49:34 GMT -5
It was a prolonged ordeal for all, but it was over before any knew it. The bath was finished, and the hares rinsed Baro off with a few buckets of warm water, then the towels stacked on the floor were put to use drying the hysterical fox. Clothes were brought to him, breeches and a shirt with one of the Abbey robes for him, as well as his few possessions.
"There, dearie, that wasn't so bad, was it?" The water in the tub was now dark and stank. That was all the dirt and stuff that was scrubbed off the fox. "We'll have to toss this water somewhere and scrub out the tub. I'm sure you two are up to it." said the Badger, winking at the two hares. "Not anywhere near the pond, or it'll be ruined.
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 10, 2014 14:14:08 GMT -5
The fox growlex but kept his complaints to himself. Oh how wonderfull having ones mouth forcfully scrubbed out with a brush did for ones temper.
Baro was surprised they had clothing that could fit a fox to be honest. Especially one of his size. The fox was not obese but he did have trouble sucking in his gut so he was surprised when the pants fit a little loose about his waist. The grey tunic was also a bit loose as well.
He turned to the pair of hares who were presently bemoning their fates and considering whether or not dumping the water on the fox would break their vows at peace. In they end they decided they did not want to clean him again.
"So where did you get clothes large enough to fit a fox?" Baro asked then added, "Please tell me these didn't belong to a hare."
The brown hare shook his head and gestured to the fox's new clothes. "Those belonged to Mr. Tano. He was an otter, one that loved to eat." The grey hare patted his stomach and laughed. "A big otter! He could out eat any hare..."
Both beasts looked sad for a moment. "At least until he grey too heavy to swim propperly. Sunk strait down to the bottom of the lake and drowned."
Both hares lift their ears to the sound of a loud tearing noise. They turn to see that the fox is sitting cross legged on a stool with his knife running down the middle of the robe.
"What are you doing?" Exclaims one of the novices. Baro pauses in his work and looks up. "Sorry, were you saying something?" He then turns back to his work. "I figured the clothes you gave you didnt want back. And there is no way I am going to be caught dead in some novice robe."
To the hares horror the fox finishes his work, cutting the robe completely down the middle. Standing up he begins to slide his paws through the sleeves of the ruined brown cloth robe. "I always wanted another trench coat." He declairs happily. The improvised coat looks horrible to say the least, the edges frayed around where he cut them. Be smiles once to both hares before adjusting his coat and heading out.
Time to find his friends and save them from what ever horrors await them in Redwall abbey.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Aug 10, 2014 19:07:35 GMT -5
"Well...I guess its fine then. I'm not much of a warrior myself, so I don't have much say about it." He said embarrassly. At such a young age...training to be warriors? The lifestyles of many beasts are different then him and his family, greatly different. If this is how they do things, no need to say anything then. "I guess its best to head inside then, it is getting dark out." He said a little nervously and went in, following where Fernleaf went with his train of dibbuns.
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Post by Caterpillar on Aug 11, 2014 13:24:11 GMT -5
The sight of the Badger Mother was sight to behold. At the same time he looked beast who was a gentle and loving - and yet capable of bend you down on her one knee and make it so you couldn't sit without a pillow for a week. Steck's nervous smile wasn't act at all when he touched the tip of his hat as a greeting.
"It would be my pleasure, Ma'am", his instincts told him not to mess whit this beast in any way... Luckily the Badger's attention got stuck as if nailed into Baro. Poor fox was practically dragged by the ear to the bath.
"You'll survive!", Steck called out, his hands cupped around his mouth which grinned with amusement. "Just remember hold your breath!"
Steck quickly swept hem of his green tunic, dusting of the road's dirt that might still have lingered there - just in case if he encountered the Badger again and she would have better look at him. When straighten himself, the bard looked around.
Well... it seemed like that Badger had just freed him for the responsibility of looking after Baro... No doubt the fox was out of causing any trouble when in "tender care" of female Badger and her bath soap... He could as well use this opportunity to look around little bit... He would catch up other later, in this Cavern Hole they were heading.
So unnoticed Steck slipped away - he was quite good doing that even though he was wearing such flashy clothes. Humming wordless melody the bard walked past the corridors, stopped to look things that looked interesting... Until an alluring aroma floated into his nose. It was impossible to resist, so the bard took off to find out, where it came from. The scent leaded him to the left and down couple of stairs. And then he stopped on the doorway, peeking inside.
Ah, this must be the Redwall Abbeys famous Kitchen. The air was full sweet scents of foot and happy chatter, as Kitchen's staff was busy with their chores.
There were many animals working with great enthusiasm, rushing here and there carrying bowls and plates, servers and cups filled with steaming, delicious looking food. Steck stepped forward, entering this merry hassle. If he remembered correctly, the little ones had mentioned some kind of party when talking with the Fernleaf... But to Steck it almost looked like a feast was coming up...
"That seems quite heavy -- Here, let me help you with that", the mouse said when noticing a mole, who was staggering under a large plate of baked oat biscuits. Holding the other side of the plate, Steck helped the carrying and together they managed to lift server on the table with all other sweet things. The mole thanked for the help and Steck said think nothing of it - and with a tip of his hat and charming smile continued his way. And after couple of steps the mouse was crunching freshly baked oat biscuit his quick fingers had snatched from the plate.
Well, he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast - it was really unfair to expect him to just walk here and not sample some of these delicious looking things... And it really looked like these fine beasts needed some extra hand here and there...
So Steck helped in small things - and during that something always mysteriously disappeared from the plates unnoticed.
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Post by delerix on Aug 11, 2014 13:43:09 GMT -5
Busy, so busy, above all the commotion, hopping and flitting from table to high trays, to oven handles, was Flourwing. The small sparra baker was a veritable whirlwind of energy. "Um Molers, the deepee 'n ever pie be um done, getee it to um middle of table. Someone bringum sconces and jams." As she speaks in the rapid sparra dialect, the bird is darting about the kitchen, setting trays and getting things out of the ovens. She stops for a second as she puts the finishing touches on several small cakes.
Looking around for someone to help guide the finished tray she spots a mouse, a mouse not in novice robes, and with crumbs in his whiskers. "You um brightmouse, comee here please, needa hand with the um cake tray." She beckons the brightly clad mouse over "Just take um front and guide, I liftee back, and you keepum hands to yourself, you have um crumbs inee whiskers." Waiting for the mouse to grab one end, if they start to lift she will flap her wings, and begin to lift just enough to hold it up with help. The fresh cakes are frosted with meadowcream, and smell faintly of mint and berries that were added.
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Post by fernleaf on Aug 11, 2014 20:50:18 GMT -5
Fernleaf was guided to Cavern Hole by the beloved Dibbuns, who were delighted that he had come to visit. He knew now what it was to love, and had learned slowly over the seasons, and he would never give it up, not for all the power of any horde in the world. The smells from the kitchen were overwhelming, and the Dibbuns danced with impatience as the food was brought in.
The ferret excused himself for a few minutes. He went upstairs to where the tapestry of Martin the Warrior was, as he had questions that needed an answer. He dreaded the answers. And he got them unexpectedly when another ferret met him before the tapestry, and confirmed his worst fears, that the idyllic life he had known for the past fifteen years was coming to an end, and something else was coming. But what? He again dreaded the answer.
He went back to Cavern Hole. There was the making of a major feast there. He saw a Sparra and a Mouse there, the Mouse he had met earlier, and he went to the kitchen to see if he could help. He was given trays which he brought out to the table. Something was about to happen that would affect him immensely, change his life like it hadn't been since that time he knelt before the Badger Lord and made his vow. If that vision he had seen when he entered the Abbey was sooth, it would be in a direction he thought he would never see again. But would it have to be? He wondered.
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 12, 2014 0:42:04 GMT -5
While the ferret was poundering ominous vissions Baro was poundering what sort of horrible fate would await him.
The stories were so vivid about what these Redwall Savages did to vermin. Beasts came here to be butchered in droves and legions! So tales even speak of prisoners being thrown to snakes to keep them from attacking the abbey.
Baro must admit, for a sour despot of vermin terror and fear this place was amazingly clean.
The fox was begining to guess that these horrible stories were told by vermin warriors who didn't want others to know they had their tail whipped by pacifists.
Still. The most beautifull of creatures were often the most poisonous. The fox would be on his guard for treachery.
And food.
All that scrubbing made him hungry.
So it was only natural that the fox found his way into the cavern hol where the feast had begun. He thought about turning away but a pair of kind beasts saw the lost looking fox and decided to at lwast act hospitable.
A pair of mice took the fox in paw leading him towards the table. Questions like 'Oh! You must be new!' 'Where do you hail from?' And 'What in the blazes happened to your robe?' Largly went unanswered.
The mice set the fox down between a hare and a squirrel. Their nervous glances towards Baro made the fox more comfortable. All this peacefull lovey dovy nonsense was throwing him for a loop. It was nice to finally see a normal reaction to having a carnivore sit down next to them.
The fox grumbled, sinking deep into his seat with his ears flat against his head. His tail wrapped around his seat. This was it. This is how Baro was going to die. Any moment know these peacefull redwallers would show their fangs and it was fox soup as the main course!
With out warning a plump otter walked by setting a plate filled with grilled fish before the fox. Baro's ears rose slightly along with an eyebrow. It looked like they wished to fatten the fox up before the slaughter.
Another novice came by and dropped off a bowl filled with rice. The fox's tail unwrapped from the table as he sampled the food. It was...quite good. At least he would die a happy fox.
By the time the biskets, gravy and pie arived the fox was munching away like a starving hare his tail wagging happily behind him.
Redwall was truely the best place on earth...
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Post by unknownsoldier on Aug 12, 2014 19:04:23 GMT -5
Truslo stared in wonder at the Abbey around him once he got inside. It was so massive to him, and made him feel safe strangely. This was so awesome, he could not believe he was here, he almost believed he was dreaming for a second before he realized he was still carrying his two charges. "Oh yes, they must have a dormitory here, but where?" He looked around for directions and got answers from a nearby novice who happily gave him the directions he needed. He quickly followed them and soon reached a empty dormitory with empty, well-made beds. He decided to lay both twins in one bed, they were small enough to fit. Though...he did realize they might need a bath, but its not that much dirt anyway. So he resumed and relived both twins of their weapons, putting them to the side as he lay both sleeping shrews and covered them with the blanket. "Have sweet dreams little shrews." he said softly as he left quietly and closed the door slowly behind him.
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Post by Caterpillar on Aug 13, 2014 9:19:29 GMT -5
Steck was leaning on the table and charming his way into giggling mice maidens' hearts - and into the bowl on their side, where was now much lesser candied plums for pies that it did have before - when someone called for him. Although Steck had to check around him just to make sure no-one else here fitted in the description of "Brightmouse".
"You mean me, my feathered friend?", the bard confirmed as he stepped forward. "You can count on my help."
Sparrow's comment about the crumbs on his whiskers didn't throw the bard off his balance. Rule number one when someone seemingly suspected you from pinching the food: act calmly astonished.
"There is?", the mouse said innocently, wiping his whiskers. "Strange - How ever had they ended up there..?"
Steck grabbed his end of the stray, lifting it up, ready to go. "So where shall we take this?"
Ah these meadowcream cakes looked tasty but maybe it wasn't a such good idea try to snitch one after the sparrow had proven to have the eyes of falcon. Then again, Steck was always up for a challenge.
"I must say, these cakes look delicious - have you sampled them yet?"
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Post by delerix on Aug 13, 2014 13:34:43 GMT -5
Flourwing nodded and chuckled lightly "No need to um hidee it, glad um baking is up to par." The sparrow nods towards the table that most of the baking is heading to. "Far end of um big table, and after me um need help taking second try to close end." Nodding sharply the sparra chuckles lightly "Of course, not um getee to be um good baker if not checkee on um baking." The sparrow is fairly focused on keeping her end lifted, "Ifee you um thinking the cake needs um sampling, taste um when you are done helping."
The sparrow's tone implies a warning, but it lacks a certain harshness in it. Almost as if she's more curious how the mouse planes to spirit away a cake from under her beak.
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Post by fernleaf on Aug 13, 2014 18:59:17 GMT -5
Fernleaf was seated at the table. The two Dibbuns, the mole and the squirrel were at his side. He was enjoying a few delicacies, and enjoying the company of his Dibbun friends. It almost banished those nagging thoughts of the appearances of the Warrior to him. But not quite. He was dead tired, and as he was waiting for the table to be fully set, he nodded off to sleep. The Dibbuns saw it and spoke in whispers to keep quiet, as they didn't want to disturb him.
But something happened that caused all there to perk up their ears. He spoke in his sleep. "Yes, my lord, I hear you." Walnut, an apprentice Redwall Recorder, especially paid attention. He had been trained to look for that very occurence, for it foreshadowed a message from their guardian spirit, Martin the Warrior. He got out quill, parchment and ink and readied himself.
Fernleaf got up and was sleepwalking up the stairs to the Great Hall, where the tapestry of Martin the Warrior was prominent. The ferret paused before the tapestry, got down on his knees, and pulled back his hood, revealing himself as a ferret. Then, he spoke in a singsong voice, and these were the words as the Recorder wrote them down:
Miner On Vore,
O Unlikely Warrior,
Miner On Vore,
So Happy and Free;
Rooter and Chopper
And Friend of the Dipper,
Miner on Vore,
Now listen to me!
Keeping your vow
you have for these seasons
But your words
Taken backwards you have;
Peacebeast in plenty
Has no shame in taking
Weapon thrust on him
To defend weak in hand.
Fear not to change,
The stripe understands,
You harmed not the goodbeast
And stood for the land.
An unlikely crew
Stands with you, my son,
Stripe, Spike and River
Strikes out in the dawn.
Find what's in common,
In the three named above,
And you have your fellows,
To defend and to love.
Longears, Feather and greybeast
Are going with you,
To be good companions
In this quest so true.
Beware the troupe,
So greedy, so wise,
May take what is yours
To the one so despised.
But the deed is so fated
And shall do unseen good;
Cause doom to the recipient
The commander of blood.
Now seek you the thorn,
And go forward, not back,
Hidden in a rose,
The field shall not lack.
Now downwards, now upwards,
The dance of the bee;
So what is the answer?
Go ask of the tree!
'Tis two yet is one,
Is this thing you seek,
And then it is done,
To embolden the meek.
Stand in my place,
And purpose you find;
Miner On Vore,
Take this in mind!
Miner on Vore,
Find the Hero
Hidden under the mask!
It is all that I ask.
After Fernleaf spoke these words, he awoke, shook himself, and looked around. "How in the name of fur did I get here?" he said.
"Martin the Warrior has spoken to you, my friend." said the apprentice Recorder, finishing his work. "And we've got a lot to talk about. Come down with me to Cavern Hole, and this will be shared. He showed the parchment to the ferret as they went down to Cavern Hole. Fernleaf was shaking his head. It was so cryptic, how could they figure this out?
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 13, 2014 22:33:36 GMT -5
The ferret was greeted by the sight of a large joyous feast already in progress. The laughter was great and echoed through out the cavern hole.
The tables were packed with beasts as they ate and fed together. The tables themselves were piled high with enough dishes and plates to allow everyone a chance to enjoy themselves, even the most gluttonous hare would be hard pressed to leave the table hungry.
Gluttonous foxes on the other hand...
Baro was rather easy to spot. There were surprisingly a few of his vulpine breathern present. Either abbey workers or travelers looking for the excuse to party Baro was howrver the only brown furred fox pressent. Combined with the crowd that had gathered around him he stuck out like a sore thumb.
The fear the fox had felt was evidently no longer present as he shoveled down plate after plate of the most glorious tasting food ever to slide down his gullet.
The meal was blissfull, wonderfull, and yet the fox felt a pang of sadness for he knew he would never be able to sample each and every dish that was brought before him. Even his stomach had a limit to the ammount he could cram into it.
Not that he wouldn't try. A pair of hares decided to help the fox along and challenged their fellow glutton to an eating contest. A guard wearing a green tunic sat at Baro's right, a brown furred muscular beast of a hare in blue overalls sat at his left.
When it became clear that this vulpine was holding his own against both ravounous hares a small group had formed around them consisting of mostly dibbuns, a few adult beasts, and one mouse novice who simply paused in step to stare at the sight before him while carrying a bowl of scones to another table. The greedy fox leaned back in his chair and took the bowl from the novices paws.
"Thanks mate." The fox managed before practically inhaling the treats. Both hares exchanged weary glances at each other before eating more fervently. Their reputation as hares was no on the line. Neither wanted to be known as the hares to be out eaten by a fox...
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Meanwhile in the hallway a beast had caught sight of the hedgehog as he deposited the shrews in a bed. She was a youthfull otter in her early twenties but quite obviously not from around here.
She was average hieght for an otter with a lean but healthy build. She wore a cloth vestment over a black tunic that had been cut to leave the light brown fur of her belly exposed.
Her hips were adorned by not a dress but trousures of dark brown color. At her waist was a large fox hide belt with many pouches and pockets.
The otter waved to the hedgehog and shouted, "Hey! You there! Mr. Spiky. What are you doin over thar? Come on down and enjoy the feastin before the bally hares get all the grub, wot?"
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Post by unknownsoldier on Aug 14, 2014 0:18:43 GMT -5
There are very few times where Truslo gets truly surprised, and this is one of those moments. He did not expect a strangely clothed otter who sounded like a hare, approach and start talking to him. "I...uh-umm...hello?" Truslo managed stammer out of his mouth. He was truely at a loss for words as he was not prepared to have a conversation with somebody completely new, and weird. Is...that actual fox hide that belt is made of is what fired off in his head first, second was the accent, and third, the question she asked. "I-I wa-as tucking in....two little shrew dibbuns." He says with a noticeable stuttering in his voice.
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Post by Caterpillar on Aug 15, 2014 13:34:53 GMT -5
# OOC: Okay, that was quite impressive riddle Fernleaf ^^ You really have put great deal thought in it.
As much I want to jump right away solving that cryptic message, I want to remind all of us that this isn't the official "Cavern Crew"-storyline start thread (because if it was, we really failed to inform it to all the participants who wanted their characters be part of the plot!)
So maybe we should leave the further introduction and the solving of the riddle to the thread, where storyline actually begins. Because in this thread all the participants aren't present -- Lagg for example (and Rausaro also expressed the interest joining in this plot) -- so it would be considerate for them if we didn't leave them out while rushing things. As they might want their characters be there when Martin's cryptic message is about to be solve.
...I hope you can understand what I'm saying here - my brains stopped working in middle of writing this... ^^''' #
Steck's whiskers twitched. It wasn't in his planning to stay in the kitchen as an errand-boy. Helping while he was snatching food was fun but doing chores for the food wasn't fun at all. He rather sang for his meals.
Steck turned wholly in the direction of the Sparrow, turning his back to the cakes he had helped place on the table. The bard spread his arms, trying to look helpless.
"I would love to be more assistance", the mouse started as if indeed nothing would bring him more pleasure "But I can't linger here long for they are expecting me perform a song or two in the party"
It might be about the time of him to move Cavern Hole. But the mouse still hoped one last "souvenir". Steck put his hand behind his back and looked as adorable as he ever could be.
"So if I may be so bold, could you spare a slice for a mouse who have to endure his hunger until his performance is over?"
Steck's tail moved sluggishly as the bard continued:
"I do fear that by the time I get to the stray, your delicious meadowcream cakes will be all vanished"
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Post by delerix on Aug 15, 2014 14:16:18 GMT -5
Flourwing very nearly chuckled at the mouses performance, indeed a drama worthy of a bard from that mouse. Doing her best to keep a straight face the baker looks the mouse over, dilligently as a hare inspecting troops. "Hmmm, you say um be performing atee feast." Very near scowling she turns her back to the mouse as they start to try acting cute to her. Once her face is hidden the sparrow chuckles quietly to herself as she gets a knife out and returns to the cakes. Looking to the mouse she slowly begins to smile, "Well if you um insistee on it, but ifee you um like the cakes that much, you save um slicee or maybe song for flourwing and other kitchenbeasts maybe?"
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Post by fernleaf on Aug 15, 2014 20:55:40 GMT -5
ooc: It's okay, Caterpillar, I can wait, and I hope Rausaro does approve our plot. I just was about to burst if I didn't share the riddle.
ic: As Fernleaf and the apprentice recorder came back down to Cavern Hole, the recorder holding a rolled-up parchment, they agreed to postpone sharing what Martin had said to him until the feast was over. No use spoiling the festivities which were only beginning. As they came back down, the smells from the cooking and what had already been brought out got the ferret's mouth watering.
The molebabe that Fernleaf had befriended was really into the festivities. He got up on the table and cleared his throat. The beasts there looked his way, as the mole began singing in his own rustic way, with a comic song that fit the occasion:
Oi's a gurt big bumblybee
A buzzin' in um sikkymore tree,
Don't ee wish ee was 'arpy 'n' free
Loik um gurt big bumblybee?
Um day um vurmint 'appen to be
A climbin' up the sikkymore tree
An' whut did ee vurmint 'appen to see?
Ee saw um gurt big bumblybee!
Ee vurmint say “Git away from mee,
This 'eres me ouwn gurt sikkymore tree,”
Ee fussed an' swatted, o mean ee bee,
At um gurt big bumblybee!
Ee bee gotten madden, ee see,
An' buzz, buzz, buzz aroun' ee tree;
An' stung ee vurmint on ee footpaw, oo see,
Ee gurt big bumblybee!
Ow! said ee vurmint, um rat from ee sea,
An' hop, hop, hopped aroun' in ee tree;
Ee fell wit' a crash an' bunged up 'is knee
In ee soight of ee gurt big bumbly bee!
An' from 'at day, ee bumblybee
Es' lef' alone in 'is sikkymore tree,
'Kin ee know 'un as 'arpy an' free
As um gurt big bumblybee!
The others laughed and clapped with the song.
The mole capered around and leaped high at the end, flapping his arms, jumping off the table, right into Fernleaf's arms. "Steady there, little one, you don't have wings nor can you fly like a bumblybee!"
"Bo urr, but oi c'n sure buzz like um bumblybee!"
The ferret laughed and carried him to his seat and they sat down at table and started on a salad. "That was a great song, didn't know you could sing?"
The molebabe grinned from ear to ear.
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Post by coolcoyote on Aug 15, 2014 22:49:09 GMT -5
The otter maiden placed her paws on her hips and bellowed out a loud joyfull laugh. "Are ya now? The right ol dibbun keeper eh?"
"Them babes will learn how to taken car'o themselves ya kin? Come on and come'along to the feast afore there isin nae any vittles left to be eatin." The otter reached forward to clamp her paw around the hedgehogs wrist with a steel hard grip. She may have a lanky build but there is obviously some muscle under that fur.
"Come along matey!" She whistled a merry tune as she began to walk towards the feast whether the hedgehog wanted to or not.
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Even the sarcastic fox Baro felt his heart warmed by the preformence of the small dibbun. "I can't understand a word you said but good job!" He shouted as he guzzled down a tankard of ale.
Say what you will about the fox, he could hold his liqor.
The mole also allowed Baro to find the ferret who in retrospect should have been easy to locate among all these woodlanders. "Fernleaf! Buddy!" The fox made a grunt of effort to stand and waddled his way towards the other table. The hares he left behind were swollen bellied and looking rather green under their fur. They both looked at the unfinished meal before them then to the stack of empty plates where the fox had been sitting.
The fox paused half way to turn and shout, "hey guys! Don't wait up. Ill be back in a moment to help you finish off another pie." Both hares made horribly pained noises, clutching their stomachs and their mouths as they dashed off with all haste to the nearest lavitory.
The fox chuckled and shook his head. "Light weights." Now standing by fernleaf and his mole friend the fox patted the ferret on the shoulder. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me find this place. I think I just ate a life time supply of pie and cookies." The fox rubbed his own swollen stomach. Trueth be told he was starting to feel the effects of over eating himself. "Just needs a good wood pidgeon to top off the feast honestly." He says offhandedly, momenterily forgetting where he was.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Aug 18, 2014 23:59:20 GMT -5
"Um, well not exactly but-what wait hold on!" Truslo says in surprise by the strange ottermaids steel grip and easily pulling him along. Oh how did he get into this situation like this? First day out, nearly got seriously hurt from sickness because he forgot to build a fire, meets Fernleaf the hermit but mistakes him for being evil in his delirium, hurts Baro by accident and strangely forgave him when he baked him a pie...weird. Just weird...but visiting Redwall is not weird, its fantastic, just...he was not expecting this ottermaid to somewhat take him hostage with a very, VERY, strong grip. "Ex-excuse me-me miss..um...your name?" He asked dumbly, this was not a very good moment for him, apparently.
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