| Subject: Story of Samkin: Part 5 |
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Date Posted: 20:32:34 07/12/07 Thu
At Redwall, There was a coucil of elders in Cavern hole. The Abbey warrior Tram, Abbot Jonathan, Infirmary Keeper Bluebell, Skipper, and Badgermum Judy were present.
Jonathan began the meeting. "I suspect we will discuss two things: Samkin's disapearance and the vermin attacking us."
Skipper joined in. "I though the li'l Dibbun was hidin' at first, but 'e's been gone to lon'. Nor did 'e run 'way, the gates were all locked. 'At leaves on'y one possible sugges'ion, 'e's been kidnapped by the vermints. The other subject we all know 'ow to 'andle, everybeas' in Redwall."
Skipper's deduction sent the meeting into an uproar. Judy's voice could be heard over it all. "Quiet! I agree with Skip, his reasoning is sensible. However, I do not like what I agree with. The thought that a Dibbun could be in the hands of those vermin is unberable. Also, I--"
She was cut off abruptly as a small baby dormouse rushed in.
"Farver h'Abbot, there be's an army of wabbits led by a mounting wiv fur at de gate!"
As it turned out, the dormouse meant that the Long Patrol led by Brondu was there, as they found out. Judy sent the Dibbun into the kitchen for a treat from the Friar.
"Well," said Tram. "That solves both our problems. With the Long Patrol we can easily beat thsi vermin horde, and here's little Samkin."
Samkin was given a bath (he was dirty, that makes sense) and sent to bed. He had no trouble sleeping. When sleep claimed him to dreams, they were of Martin the Warrior. "Samkin, you will be a warrior one day, but let that come in good time. For now content yourself to watching the Long Patrol battle. Do not be persuaded by their funny way of talking, they are perilous beasts every one." Then the dream faded and Samkin fell into the wonderful depths of dreamless slumber.
Dornan, the vermin leader, was in a terrible rage. They said these were peaceful creatures, pah! They had complete military knowledge and had know trouble repelling him. They seemed to have an endless suply of food and were able to resist siege with ease. He had taken to camping in the meadow west of Redwall. His tent was as far from Redwall as you could imagine.It had been closer, much closer, but Long Patrol longbows soon moved him. At first he won a couple battles, but a few days after the little squirrel brat escaped they won every one. It seemed as if they had gained troops, morale, and fighting experience. He racked his brain for a solution to the problem.
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