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Date Posted: 07:38:55 06/06/07 Wed
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Chapter 1: The Robins’ Home
Nisto flew around the trees, happily breathing in the crisp air. He was a robin; however, most robins of the Swashy Guild rejected him. Elders deserved respect, and for all they cared, the elders would get it. The young robin took no account to education or the Robin Law. He simply flew around the forest, avoiding all ‘odd folk’ on the way. Odd folk was the name of birds or creatures that were not robins, but they did not bug the robins and the robins did not bug them. Rule number 1 of the sacred Robin Law was to stay away from all odd folk. Nisto did not wear a little leaf crown over his head like all robins were supposed to because it symbolized their authority over the woodlands and sky. Lions were kings and queens of the jungle and robins ruled the sky and the woods. However, Nisto did not follow standards or rules set by those who led the all important Swashy Guild. The little robin peeked his tiny little head around the corner of a large cedar tree, gazing into the little tree house with his black, beady eyes. Like most robins, Nisto had a white underbelly, with orange slightly above it, and a shade of gray and brown around his head and wings. In his sharp talons, the newly proclaimed flying robin held a tiny sack. The sack contained food for a two day voyage and it was good enough for him.
“Hello?” He called out, peering into the tree house.
“Why, hello there!” A voice bellowed from the tree house and a large, elderly robin popped from behind the small door. She was starting to smile, but it faded quickly. The female robin shook her head gravely and attempted not to make eye contact with the younger bird. “Oh, hello Nisto. Or should I say Nisto the Notorious? You have made quite a name for yourself, bird.” Those words stung him greatly. Nisto knew he was infamous and disrespected because of his rash attitude and inability to follow a set of rules or codes, but bird? Robins considered themselves higher than most birds, and a robin to be called bird was like calling a god a human. The notorious robin shrugged and flew away. He left the bitter robin to herself, but soon realized a very strange thing. Wait one second, he thought, who is that? He rolled his eyes and flapped his tiny wings with speed. Picking up some wind, the robin was now flying northeast. Some questions needed answering, and the Council of True Robins was to be interrogated. Nisto was flying to his old home; the Swashy Guild for Proper Robins. It was time to meet his fears once more and take them head on.
Story 2: Get the Badger Food!
*The indefatigable, strange dibbun stands near the badger next to the beautifully woven Tapestry. He smirks at the hungry Right Paw, ready for any challenge. To Stoakly, challenges are simply another way to prove your worth. Challenges are to die for; thus, when given a challenge, a dibbun must give his all. The tiny ferretbabe nods in acceptance to Lauren, a face of determination settled upon his head. He fastens the rope belt tightly, pulling harder with his little paws. The stubby little legs slightly beneath his waist move awkwardly down Great Hall, carrying Stoakly with intensity. No words are spoken between the Right Paw and the dibbun, for it is a time of planning for Stoakly Machair Centurio. His tan fur is stiff under the tight green habit given to dwellers of Redwall Abbey. The ferret's eyes loom over the walls, checking his surroundings. It is time to raid the kitchens... Solo. Very few dibbuns walk into the kitchens on a raid by themself and walk back to DAB without soap between their ears. Baths are horrid things, Stoakly knows this all too well, but it is time to riskit all for the Right Paw of Dibbuns Against Bedtime. The little dibbun has yet to prove his DAB worth, but he is willing and prepared with eagerness. To be sent on a special mission by Lauren Flame-eyes is a feeling almost too good to be true! He clenches fist, muttering a "yes" under his breath. Stoakly finally escapes Great Hall and the sounds emitted from the rafters made by a dibbun's sandals. Stoakly glares with impatient brown eyes into the kitchen door, waiting for a good moment. Friar Neddy walks out the door, carrying a large platter of Elderberry juices and wines. Golden goblets are lined up over the large tray, obviously for Afternoon Snack with Abbot Fresto and the old mouse, Brother Zie. But this is the opurtunity! It is time to prove his worth! No fears... Stoakly tells himself as he rushes down the lit room called Cavern Hole. He spots a female hedgehog, a helper of Friar Neddy, standing in the kitchens. She is preparing the upcoming supper; therefore, this is not the best time to enter. But whoever said Stoakly is a coward? Who? The ferret smiles, knowing with all his heart it is just another challenge. He strolls sullenly down the hallway, finally getting to the entrance of the kitchens. The door swings back and forth from the Friar's departure, so maybe he can sneak in when its opening. Stoakly watches with intent, waiting for the opening. It gets just a big enough swing and the little ferret sidles with his back to the wall until he gets in. He smiles with contempt (sp?) and peeks his head around the wooden corner of the granite-topped counter. The hedgehog is still chopping away, almost to the point where she looks like she is mad! But the ferretbabe shrugs it off and makes a little roll to the other side of the counter. The candied chestnut bag is on top of the shelf! Oh no! He screams in his mind. This is impossible! But Stoakly perseveres. He glances up to the bag, grabbing the handle of a cabinet. Trying to make the least amount of noise as possible, he climbs onto the counter. But danger strikes! The young hedgehog turns and a frown settles upon her face. Stoakly shakes his head, looking back up to the candied chestnut. He places a paw on the hilt of his wooden sword, smiling that he still has it. He takes it from out of the tightly tied rope belt and turns to look at the hedgehog. Stoakly blinks and surveys his surroundings, taking note of the cedar cabinets. The ferret waves his wooden sword, still far away from the hedgehog.* Sista... *He states, glaring her in the eye.* I'm o' a missio'! *The female hedgehog, Sister Peggy, giggles slightly.* Really? A mission for what? *She asks, her gaze fixed upon Stoakly's chesnut brown eyes. But suddenly, a blur of fur (no rhyme intended) flashes across the room. Stoakly leaps to the candied chestnut bag, his stubby arms reaching out to the miraculos candy of goodness. But he is a dibbun, after all. The ferretbabe falls to the ground on the other counter, missing the candied chestnuts.* Oh dear *Yells out Sister Peggy in her high voice. Stoakly struggles to his paws, standing tall. But the dibbun is lucky; moreover, the dibbun catches a stroke of a luck for the record books! There are two platters of warm, yet cool enough to eat, Raspberry Tarts! He smiles gleefully, picking one platter up with his right paw. Turning, he picks up the dropped wooden sword and laces it back in his belt. A screech comes from Sister Peggy, yelling about the stolen tarts. But Stoakly is free. The dibbun races forward, his sandals emitting a sound in the rafters. He passes Cavern Hole, spotting the badger in Great Hall. Stoakly comes forward, and falls in eshaustion. He barely keeps the tart platter balanced, holding it up to the badger.* Lauren, here are yer tar's! *Stoakly delcares, still exasperated from the challenge. But one thing has been accomplished; Stoakly has proven his worth!*
3:
*Stoakly hurries down the stairs, almost falling due to his low balance. The ferret, wearing his muddy green habit, hops to the bottom of the staircase and turns on his speed. He dashes off, willy-nilly and all. In the kitchens, the feast preperations are finally over. It is the day of the Winter Festival at Redwall Abbey, and Stoakly Centurio has thought up a plan. The little ferretbabe watches as strangers walk in, taking a seat. He remains standing; moreover, he knows what is coming. A giant pie is resting in the kitchens, and the DABer has been spying on it all week. He got all the info he wanted, and now, it is the time to exploit the faults that Fria Grimble has made. All the elders, cooks, volunteers, and even the friar leave the kitchens and mingle with the visitors before taking a seat. Thus, Stoakly has it all.* Yes... *He whispers as he scrambles toward the kitchens. The friar will soon bring out the pie, but the little ferretbabe is determined to take it. He rushes in, looking all over for it. And there it is. The massive, Deeper'n'Ever Nutmeg Elderberry Meadow Cream Pie, the latest invention. An aroma fills the entire room, making Stoakly all the more dibbun-ish. His mouth waters at the site of the mole favorite, mouse favorite, hare favorite, and not to mention Stoakly's favorite food. But danger strikes!
As Stoakly is savoring the aroma of the pie, he hears pawsteps. The ferret, needing a hiding place, ducks behind the counter. But it is the friar. Grimble enters the kitchen, eager to display his all-time best pie. The old mouse happily grabs its handle and calls on a young hare volunteer to help. As they begin to take it out of the kitchens, Stoakly goes insane. The ferretbabe hops to the counter, and yanks on the pie.* Woah there! *Yells out Grimble, trying to keep the pie steady. They go at it and the battle heats up. Stardrey, the hare, withdraws and dashes off to warn the others. Stoakly growls and still attempts to take it from the mouse. However, his plan backfires. They both yank on the handles, and the pie is tipped. There goes the pie, flying up in the air. And down in it comes, upon Friar Grimble and Stoakly. The ferretbabe turns, covered in pie, and finds the entire council of elders looking at him. Friar Grimble begins to yell, frustrated that his new desert is ruined, but Stoakly does not care. He runs off, only attempting to get away. But before he is brought to justice, he wipes some pie off his face and pops it eagerly into his mouth.* Yummy cake!
4:
Stoakly shuffled busily into the Kitchens. Clutching his wooden sword, the dibbun re-fastened the rope belt around his waist. Carefully, he placed the sword in the belt and watched as the brothers and sisters of Redwall Abbey prepared the feast. Friar Staique (Sti-ke) bustled around, shouting out orders as he took the custard out of the oven. Turning, he began whipping Meadow Cream around the tart berry custard. "Sister Junopy, can you please spread the icing onto the top of the Elderberry Pie?" The fat mouse said said to his new assistant. A young female hedgehog and newly promoted Cook and Sister Junopy nodded her head in obeyance and began to spread the icing with the knife. Stoakly smiled wickedly as he found his chance. The ferret babe hustled quickly, using his small size to hide him well from the elders. Friar Staique turned quickly, but the small dibbun snuck behind a counter. Letting out a sigh of relief, the ferret grabbed the candied chestnut bag. However, the bag made a crinkling sound.
Stoakly quickly ran off in ergency, still trying to retain his stealth. As the dibbun pushed the kitchen door opeh; however, he crashed into the fat mouse. Staique looked him carefully and the ferret cringed at his words. He stood up quickly, revealing his wooden sword. Almost giggling, the big friar attempted to scoop Stoakly up. But the ferret would not falter in his plan. He put the sword up high and it hit the mouse in the snout. Stoakly giggled slightly as he rolled under the legs of the mouse. "Owch!" Friar Staique yelled out, clutching his red snout. The ferret dashed off quickly, but was in for a large surprise. Junopy raced through the back door of the big kitchen and caught the dibbun red-pawed. Stoakly gasped and lifted the sword up again. Only this time it was unsuccessful. The hedgehog maid turned and showed her spikes. "Uh-oh." Said the dibbun as he swallowed fear. It was punishment time, but he still had a back-up plan.
The ferret kneeled down low, and the cook made a giant mistake. She left her back to the little ferret. In a stroke of luck, Stoakly had escaped. He smiled to himself as he tucked the bag of sweets into his Abbey garb. It made a large bulk, but the dibbun did not care. The ferretbabe ran back near the kitchens, but safely passed the friar. But that was not the problem. As he hopped into Great Hall, he dibbun noticed all of the party planning crew. But most importantly, a large badger was one of them. Mother Mellus was fast for an old, large badger. Friar Staique had related the tale to her and Stoakly knew it was going to be close. Rushing up the stairs, he looked back to find the Badger Mother directly behind him. Stoakly gasped and jumped for luck. As Mellus's paw came out to grab the dibbun, the ferret was up the stairs. Stoakly had jumped the last two steps and was now sprawled out on the floor slightly above the stairs. But Mellus did not give up, and neither did the ferret. Seeing the Dormitory close and in reach of running, the tired dibbun got up. Stoakly raced for the Dorms, not daring to look back. "Stop, you liddle rascal!" Said Ma Mellus as she came after him. Stoakly found himself in the Dormitory and turned. Three Active Array dibbuns were guarding the door, knowing the ferret would be in trouble. "Attack!" Yelled out Stoakly as he passed through the door. Suddenly, a volley of pebbles flew out. Mother Mellus put paws up to protect herself, but she could not. The Dormitory door was shut and the dibbuns raced into a hiding place. A tiny squirrel dibbun hid with Stoakly, and nodded in an approving gesture. "Goo' job, Stoak." She said, and the ferret smiled. "Thanks," he began, taking the candied chestnut bag out of his garb, "It was no' easy, Dre'er."
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