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Subject: Attack of the Weasels: Part 8

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Mossyra of the Irresistable Imps

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Date Posted: 17:19:56 07/04/07 Wed

Spprig searched for any way to escape. He knew the Redwallers would die trying to rescue him and that couldn't happen. Unfortunately, he was blocked at every angle. In the middle of a camp of vermin, he was bound, surrounded by enemies, with no way to untie himself or make it to the forest. One of the guards watching the slaves, the only one awake, noticed his movement and kicked out at him. "Hey, you, quit that!" Sprig snapped at his footpaw, but missed. "Go away, smelly. I'll do what I like." As he had hoped, the guard stood up and drew his dagger. "I'll teach you to insult me," the weasel snarled, stepping closer.
Sprig moved like chain lightning.
Rolling to the side, he delt the vermin a sharp kick in the side, causing him to double up in pain. He struck out with his footpaws, once, twice thrice, and the weasels collapsed, stone dead. Quickly, Sprig sawed the rope off of his paws and snatched up the dagger, then slipped out of the camp as silent as a moon shadow.
The eight sentries met their death at the end of his stolen blade that night. He pilfered their weapons, then melted back into the forest.

Gufftong woke the next morning and stood in plain veiw of the walltop, just out of weapon range. Completely unaware of the events of the previous night, he called aloud, "Rise and shine Redwallers, it's time to surrender!" No answer came from the walltop.
A few more minutes passed, then the Abbess appeared with Skipper. "What do you want, weasel," the Abbess called sternly. We've already told you that we won't surrender." Gufftong smiled, thoroughly convinced that today was the day he conquered Redwall. " I believe we have a friend of your's, a squirrel by the name of Sprig. If you don't surrender and let us in, he will die at dawn in full view of the walls!" The Abbess laughed at him. "Go check on your prisoner," she taunted. "See how well your security is." Otters stood up, whirling slings with all their might. "Go, weasel, while you still have a life!" Gufftong fled the scene, running back to the safety of his camp.

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