| Subject: The Story of Samkin: Part one |
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Date Posted: 19:06:53 06/22/07 Fri
Samkin was walking by the Abbey pond when a volley of arrows came zoomed over the wall and made a large splash as they landed in the Abbey pond. Samkin dashed up to the wall to investigate. He saw something move in the ditch, and leaned over the battlements. Then the slingstone came, darting up from the ditch and hitting Samkin in the head, causing him to fall outward. Just before he lost consciousness, he saw a weasel scurrying across the path and hold up a sack. Samkin landed in it, but he did not know it, for he had fallen unconscious.
When Samkin awoke, the first thing he noticed was the throbbing pain in his head. The second thing he noticed was the bankvole chained beside him. The bankvole turned, and just before Samkin could speak, it answered the unspoken question. "You're in a slave line marchin' nort'. The vermint leader i' Narkal Deathfang. I su'est doin' what the vermints comman', 'cause 'tis either that or die."
Samkin noticed a rock with a sharp, jagged point, grabbed it, and bound it to his tail where it was unnoticable with some long grass. He finished this just in time, for a rat came swaggering up then, carrying a whip coiled about one paw. "So, the likkle squirgle be's awa'e eh? I 'opes youse'll dis'bey Narka', I'm par'ial to roas'ed squirgle."
Samkin replied. "Look, you lollop-eared bush-faced stick-legged ugly slimy toad, it's 'squirrel' not 'squirgle' and the squirrel's name is Samkin. What's more, if you eat me i'll stick in your ugly excuse for a throat and choke you, is it's the last thing I do."
The rat uncoiled his whip and raised it, saying, "Oh, I'll teach youse a lesson, you little pes'!" The whip stopped in md-air, then was wrenched out of the rat's grasp a ferret, who proceeded to belabore the rat with it. "You knows wot the chief said, yer ain't supposed to touch dat likkle squiggle!"
Again Samkin corrected the vermin. "It's squirrel, not squirgle or squiggle! And my name is Samkin!"
The ferret stopped beating the rat, snapped the whip, and flung it away. "Youse stay out o' dis, squiggle!"
Samkin was about to correct him again when the squabble was interrupted by another rat coming up. "Danbul, Furlump, wot's goin' on 'ere? Don' answer dat, just leave the skiggul a'one!"
Before Samkin could correct them on his species pronunciation, they were all frog-marched off by and approaching fox.
Wot've youse lot been tol' 'bout argooin'? Now git goin'."
Then a weasel came up, and they saluted him. "Squiggle's dat way, chief!"
Samkin drew in his breath as he realized he was about to go through an interrogation with the vermin leader.
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