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calhen riverblade
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Date Posted: 18:33:10 12/07/05 Wed
the wind blew hard and cold outside the Mclean clans holt. fires were burning throughout the cave that was set inside a huge oak tree. the skipper calhen slingpaw smilled as he hugged his new otter pup close wrapped up in a thick wool blanket. a feast was being held in honor of the birth of the little otter babe. calhen seated hiself at the head of a large ash wood table. he lifted up the pup to show all the otters present and spoke with tears in his eyes." otters this is my son my SON. no father has ever been prouder than me today." at his right was seated the skippers wife, the mother of the babe. he handed him to her and let her take the floor. but she was to happy to speak." well are we going to eat or not?" said skipper. at that all present began to do full justice to the meal. there were bubbleing bobs, shrip'n'hotroot soup, warm breads and cheeses and to wash it dow warm mint tea and for the young ones, cool srawbery coardial. after most of th eating had been done the entertainment began. first up was the young ones preforming a very of key song wile they did a fast pace dance
"ohhhhhhh we'r river dogs
when it coms to food wre og's
and we dont like toads'n'frogs
an thats cus we'r river dogs
river dogs! river dogs! river dogs! hay!
river dogs! river dogs! river dogs! all day!
river dogs! river dogs! river dogs! we like to swim'n' play
riv-"
one of the little otters triped and knocked over another singer witch started an all out paw to paw fight. the adults laughed at the antics of the young ones.biteing, scratching, kicking, punching and ruddering. after awile the skipper spoke in his deep baratone voice."alright thats enough li'il warriors harharhar. so who's next." a young pretty ottermaid with voice to mach her apearence steped up to the makeshift stage. pulling out a small reed flute and played an inroduction
"i once met a fox, a dirty ol fox
he lived in a box, a stinky wooden box
he ate his food on rocks, cold slimy rocks
the fox who lived in a box and ate his food on rocks
the fox was in the way of the road, the road that led to the aboade of a toad. so i said let me thru
and he said, oh that i cant do so i hit him on the head hard and true, and with that he let me thru."
she took a bow and steped down. the otters applaud her and some of the young ones began to hit one another on the head with sticks and put some of the leftover food on some of the stones inside their holt. next the skipper and a big otter named gallune, who were both good friends steped up on the platform. both were wearing large cloaks. the two otters slid their paws behind their back and both drew out a long blunt curved sword. they twirled the around in cmplex patterns. behind their backs, over their heads and sometimes between their legs. some times beasts would cover their eyes. the skill of the two otters was amazingafter thay had finished. it was argeed that it was time for bed. the two happy parents went of over to their corner of the holt were they laid down and were soon taken over by slumber.
to be contenued.......
by riverblade, newbie
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