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Date Posted: 22:50:14 12/15/03 Mon
In reply to:
Skywing
's message, "**Little sparrow perches nearby.** Yeah yeah, tell more 'bout Peskynot! Me is listenin'!" on 19:25:26 12/14/03 Sun
While taking Preskonet to the Abbey the North way, Skipper smelled a horrible smell. Like, unwashed beasts. And he heard a rustle of leaves, twigs snapping, tree branches swinging, beating of wings, wich meant someone was scaring the birds out of their nests. "I gunna get a muver a fwaver, meemfmgh. What Skip?" asked the bewildered Preskonet.
"Shhhhh. Jump on me back, mate!" Skipper urged in a whisper.
"Otay." jumping on Skippers back, Preskonet stayed perfectly quiet, sensing danger.
Taking off at a bound, Skipper ran as fast as he could. It was still a ways to the Abbey. How, could he garrente this young fox a bed, mother, and father, if they didn't get there? What was following them? An adder? those thoughts panicked Skipper, and he started a breakneck pace.
Some easily loping vermin, in the shrubbary alongside the path, listened to their leader, Nolive Goodbeasts. Nolive, stood for No live, and Goodbeast, meant, with his first name, No live, good beasts.
Thicktail, you and Bushbreaker, Threenoose, and Thickeye, run along side his East side. Livetaker, you and Haey, Beat tail, Swaney, to the West of the otter an' fox. Vassenar, Arpeet, Swiftblade, and Treetaker, the South. Me, Treefane, Curt, Arrow, to the Nort. Gruvane, Uttaker, Slave Master Cutwhip, whatch Vallerd." gesturing over his shoulder, the cheiften indicated the little sack on a tiny wagon, being pulled by, Gruvane, Uttaker, and Cutwhip.
Cutwhip answered for all of them. "Yes, cheif." Cutwhip was a weasel of very few words. His leader being a Wolf, he wouldn't want the wrong side. He often blabed too much, when talking a lot.
Pulling the cart to a stop, the three selected weasel, fox, and rat watched the rest of the clan keep pace with Skipper.
"Wow. Talk 'bout 'goin fast. They'd get to a place tha'd take a clan two seasons march, an' get there in two 'ours." the rat named Gruvane commented. His fur was gray. His tail, thick and whiplike, resembled a Cluny trademark, but Nolive didn't care. Neither did Gruvane. His black eyes were always moving, they never really focused on anything. Around his thin, sinewy chest, and waist, there was a belt. In the belt was thrust, a cutlass, neatly polished, a sack of gold hung from the left side of his leather belt. Some bread pieces, a few scones, and a jug of shrew beer hung from the back part of his belt, where it was across his back. Most of those items were from when they plundered places. Like, a shrew camp. He got the shrew beer. Everyone greedily gulped at their share, but he drank it sparingly, drinking stream water whenever possible, except for when he wanted a little something that had taste. A light shield hung by his cutlass, on the right side of his belt.
"Aye. Agree with you there Gruvane." the weasel named Cutwhip commented.
On his middle was a broad leather belt, with a gold strapping, and dimonds studding the sides. A dagger, with a ruby on the end, and gold for where the blade and crosshilt met, with dimonds around the gold, on the leather on the crosshilt thrust in his belt. A sack of mushrooms, beries, onions, dandiline shoots, some left over roasted woodpigon, and fish, with some pears and apples hung from the opposite side of which his belt was thrust. Next to the haversack, was some elderberry wine, he had somehow made of combining the right things together in a stewpot once. His pitch black fur was covered by leaves. When in the desert, he covered himself in sticks. But, he was in the forest, so he was coverd with leaves and treebark.
Nolive Goodbeast and his vermin, were surrounding Skipper and Preskonet.
"NNOOOWWW!" Nolive shouted. An enormose net enclosed over Preskonet's and Skipper's heads.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! He th' bad beast dat keel ma mommey an' dadda!" Preskonet protested. But, the poor thing couldn't continue, for he and Skipper were clubbed into unconciousness.
Approaching the wagon, with Skipper and Preskonet in the net Nolive ordered shortly, "Bigger!"
Right away, the horde got to work making the wagon bigger.
After an hour or so, it was sufficant enough for the three beasts they had captured.
"Thickeye, Scruff, Almino, you are now helping tow." Nolive orderd. "Put a flexible twig on the space you are going to tow."
Thickeye, Scruff, and Almino had no choice but to do as he said. Hitching the wagon, Nolive preposed, "We are going to Redwall Abbey, to offer theese beasts for ransome." turning North, Nolive strode off in the direction of Redwall.
Upon reaching Redwall, Nolive called up in a bussiness like tone, "Ransome for theese beasts!!" And gestured for Thickeye, Scruff, Almino, Gruven, Uttaker, and Cutwhip out of hiding with Vallerd, a dibbun otter, Skipper, and Preskonet.
"We'll come by again tomorrow for th' plunder yer givin us."
Inside the Abbey, Abbot Wishler gasped. "Oh, dear. Skipper, Vallerd, and another poor beast. Tied up like fish in a net." "Father, I have a plan." Mother Goldenfur offered. "Ok, first....."
Chapter Three to find out
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