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Subject: Attack of the Weasels: Part 7

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Mossyra of the Iresistible Imps

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Date Posted: 02:54:51 06/28/07 Thu

Skipper's prediction was wrong, as it turned out, and the Abbess was thankful. Gufftong once again demanded surrender, but made no mention of the slaves. Instead, he pointed a claw at them and proclaimed, when I have conquered your Abbey the two of you shall not live to see another dawn!" Then he swept back to his camp with outraged cries ringing behind him.
Sprig the squirrel was abroad in Mossflower. Like the shrews and otters, he was an on and off dweller of Redwall Abbey. Unaware of the weasel horde that was attacking, he walked carelessly through the forest -- straight into the vermin encampment.

Abbess Shaltra listened as the sparra scout related all he had heard. Dismissing the bird, she turned to Skipper and sighed, "They caught Sprig. The fool didn't even know that there were vermin about and he walked into the middle of there camp like a blind mousemaid picking daisies." The otter cheiftain chuckled. "How many did he put away for us?" Shaltra managed a grin. "From what the sparra heard it was about a half dozen. That one never did mess about when he fought." The two friends stood on watch until they were relieved at nightfall, then told the news to the rest as they ate supper.

Grufftong watched through lidded eyes as the Redwallers strove to stay awake. "Tomorrow we will visit them again. Then we see how they fight when one of their own is at my mercy!"

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