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Quickbow, JJ
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Date Posted: 15:52:46 10/09/06 Mon
Chapter 2
The sound of a sparrow’s last cry tears through the soft woodland air, and a vile-looking fox is near, snatching up his prize, and crashing away. A young squirrel, a sturdy fellow, watches from an oak tree, confused and horrified at the gruesome sight.
“Why would they do such a thing? These evil vermin, it’s always something.” The squirrel hops off through the trees, intent on reaching his mother, the only family he has left.
The fox had stopped, leaving an uneasy silence in the air. He approached the camp, heading past the eating vermin, straight toward his leader, a huge stoat. Kilvurf was a specimen of a stoat, his brawny arms flexing in the noontime sun. His gruff voice rang out at the young fox, and he beckoned him to come closer. “What have you brought to me, fox?’ The fox shivered, clearly afraid of the mammoth stoat.
“I brought you a sparrow, a good and juicy one, sir.” The fox examines the thin bird, staring distastefully at it.
“You call that a bird? I thought it was a long, narrow rock. Bring me real food, now!”
The fox rushed back towards the woods, making sure not to be caught walking. Kilvurf sighs, his face looking annoyed at his soldier’s ignorance. “How will we ever find those cowardly pair of hares? Those cowardly hares probably high-tailed it to that Redwall place, and are under a bed right now, shivering like little babies. Ha! They will never escape from my army of slayers! I will take revenge on you, hares! I will! I will!” The stoat yells wildly to the winds, his horde beasts staring at him strangely, but they were smart enough to hold their tongue in front of the revenge-twisted warlord.
“He has gone crazy since he lost his eye to those tall rabbits. I saw him before then, and he was a good leader, he wasn’t cruel, he even fed us well. We could have pillaged many, growing rich and comfortable. Instead, we are on a wild-goose chase for only two beasts, which are probably hiding at the Redwall place this very moment. I’ve heard stories about that place; it is impossible to take, led by warrior mice with magical swords. I know I don’t want to go near that place.” The rat stares pleadingly at his companion, a small ferret.
“I wouldn’t say that too loudly. The master doesn’t like that incident brought up. Just think if he finds we have been talking of this, he’ll have our heads.”
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