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Subject: Story of Samkin: Part 2

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Date Posted: 21:09:15 06/26/07 Tue

The leader's voice was soft and soothing when he spoke, almost friendly.
"So tell me, what is your Abbey like? Any weapons, any seasoned warriors, would it last a siege, tell me all about it."
"Never! Not in a million seasons!" was Samkin's only reply.
The leader switched to more tactiturn methods. "You must be hungry, I should give you food, but only if you tell me."
"Hah! Redwall makes better food than any moldy rotten crusts you'll give me!"
"I'm sure, but the only way you'll ever taste it again is by telling me."
Samkin merely closed his eyes and mouth, lay on his side, and began imitating fake snores.
"Stupid squirrel! You'll talk soon, aye, you'll talk so much you'll make a brook seem silent! A few weeks without food should loosen your toungue! Scrull get over here and teach this squirrel a lesson, the stupid beast!"
Scrull, a weasel, came over. He carried a whip. "Aye, chief!" Then he drew the whip back and began whipping Samkin, or at least he tried to. Samkin ducked and dodged, bobbed and weaved, managing to avoid the whip every time. Then he fell into a rage at the merciless cruelty of vermin. Is that the best you can do, barrelbottom? A blind granny could evade you!" After a string of insults, he jumped forward and began kicking, punching, biting, and generally fighting (rhyme unintended) Scrull. Scrull managed to call for help, and a group of vermin came rushing over. They beat Samkin back, but not before he gave Scrull a mighty kick to rump.
After the vermin had left, Samkin took out the sharp rock and picked the lock on his chain. Then he clambered up a tree and took off through the upper tracery of Mossflower wood.
He had not been fleeing long when he heard shouts from the camp, such as, "Hey! The captives gone!" "Sound the alarm!" "After him!!" These made Samkin go all the faster.

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