*Reed has found his way over to a overweight seaotter, about a head taller than him. Hes slightly oldish and wears a nasty looking aprein, with one of those drivers caps shoved onto his head. A old sea's otter he was, from the hoop earings and foul mouth, Reed and him take to each other like old, long lost friends, making Reed seem older than his middle age. The heavly overweight otter is dressed in a highland outfit and talks with the accent that matchs his clothing* -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject: *Reed has found his way over to a overweight seaotter, about a head taller than him. Hes slightly oldish and wears a nasty looking aprein, with one of those drivers caps shoved onto his head. A old sea's otter he was, from the hoop earings and foul mouth, Reed and him take to each other like old, long lost friends, making Reed seem older than his middle age. The heavly overweight otter is dressed in a highland outfit and talks with the accent that matchs his clothing*

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Reed Streamline and Ruckus MacDonald

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Date Posted: 15:16:42 10/28/03 Tue
In reply to: Brodd Coralfluke 's message, "*An otter stand up in the center of the largest table and smashes a wooden mallet type thing to get everyone's attention.*" on 16:37:24 10/21/03 Tue

>*He's not the tallest beast in the room, only about
>half a head taller than Swift, but the way every sea
>otter in the room suddenly goes silent gives the
>impression that he's important. He has a few grey
>hairs here and there, but doesn't look old at all
>besides that.* What a glorios day in Holt Coralfluke!
>Honestly, this is one of the best feasts I can
>remember. All the laughter and talking and stuff of
>the sort. Spoze I should start with the important
>parts of my speech though, so here it goes. Welcome,
>to all our guests! The Hedgicon brothers from up the
>path, always great to have you around, even though you
>may have troubles getting through the front door.
>*Every sea otter in the room, even Gizzzsh, howls with
>a mocking sort of laughter as the two hedgehogs next
>to Rudd raise their glasses appreciatively.* And we
>have some new guests today, I am aware that almost
>everyone is already aware of their presence, but you
>see it sounds like a better speech if I start off that
>way. Anyway, my son Rudd and a bunch of his friends
>seem to have found their way here, we had previosly
>thought that Rudd had either perished at sea, or run
>off to see the world way back on that trip to Shrew
>Island. Y'know, the one where that storm threw the
>ship completely off course, and we had to stay for a
>long time over at that great mountain with all the
>hares and repair our ship. Well it turns out the
>little creep was bein a stowaway and ran off as soon
>as we were all inside Salamandastron. "Course I'm too
>happy about him being back right now to verbally beat
>the daylights out of him, so I won't. But, back to the
>subject, they're welcome to stay as long as they like,
>and you're all to be less rowdy with them than you are
>with eachother. Don't think that well spoken mouse
>over there would appreciate the softest of cuffs to
>the arm from you great lumps. So, if I've made my
>point, and I can never be sure that I have, I'll sit
>down and the feast may resume.

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