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Subject: Chapter 3 in here!


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Date Posted: 21:34:48 12/17/03 Wed
In reply to: Lidinia Longbow 's message, "More, more!! Please continue!**the usually shy and quiet ottermaid practically jumpped up and down as she begged for the tale to continue**" on 00:29:55 12/16/03 Tue

"Ok, so, Abbot Wishler," Mother Goldenfur continued. "We act as if we are going to give them, uh, 'plunder' or whatever. We do have some golden colored things, sooo, that should do. The beasts with the shiny things will go first. With all able bodied Redwaller behind them, and Skipper's crew with weapons in sacks instead of items. When the ones at the front say, 'We'll take the mouse first', Skip's crew, and myself will pull out our weapons and charge. I'll grab Skipper, Vallerd an' the other beast. Then when I get them, we all charge inside, the gates will be unlocked, and we'll lock em as the rest of us get in."
"Yes, I agree, although, why couldn't they just give us Skipper, Vallerd and the other beast and leave in peace?" asked the understanding, but worried Father Abbot.
"Because, that isn't the vermin way fwather." a little vole named Jeckler piped up. "I was weedin' in th' weckords ov Bwover Fickle. Da' vermin whay isn't peace wike us. Ohhh, nooo. Wike Matiesses time. Clunly th' Scurcage din't wan' pece. Onwy da bwiding. An Mattimeows time. Swager da' Crewl. He waned th' ung ones wike us! Fa swaves! Dat nice? Eh? Eh? No! It wan't nice fwaver! An' an' Abbeses Swonges twime! Whem th' marlefoxes waned th' Abbey, di' they jus' mwoove awong peacefull like? No! Vermints arwent nice Fwaver!"
Abbot Wishler looked down with wide eyes. "No, my child! Why, why, I ought to do some reading in Brother Fickle's Gate House. I'd do me a world of good." he was dead serious too.
"Thank you Jeckler. You did teach Father Wishler something didn't you!" Mother Goldenfer praised. "Go on! Tell Firar Nutwale to get you a few chestnuts. Tell him, you, hahaha! Tought Father Wishler something! Hahahahohohohohhahahee! You, look like a hahahahah, a hahahohohheheheeha, a hahaha, fried, hahaha frog! Father!"
Indeed he did. His eyes were still big, and he was speaking like he wasn't baffled. "Uh, er, a 'hahaha' frog? Dear child, I bel-"
"Dont try it Father! Hahahahahahaha! You look like a frog! Hahahhehehehe!" Mother Goldenfur was having a fit of the giggles. Even when they were walking down the wall stairs to annouce the plan to everyone.

But, down in Mossflower, things weren't so cheery for Skipper, Preskonet, and Vallerd.
"Hello, ouch, Vallouch! I say, mate, nex time ya try to poke me with that OUCH! GRRRREEAAHHH!!" grabbing the spear of a wandering soat, Skipper broke it in two, and flung it back at the fat soat.
"Owowowowowowowow! Skip. Skip?" Preskonet's voice was quiet. "Skip, when is I gunna git me fwaver an' muvver an' bed?"
"Soon as these dratted scum let our pitiful faces show near Redwall again." Vallerd reasured.
"Oh, good." Preskonet laid down in Skipper's lap, and slept.
Vallerd had never seen Skipper cry before. Now, it was like nothing Vallerd had ever seen. "Skip, got sumthin in yer eye?"
"Yup." Skipper sounded casual, though, inside, he was fighting the lump in his throught when looking at Preskonet.
"Scum'll be sorry they ever laid a paw near Redwall. Besides, Mother Goldenfur wouldn't let the likes of us go limp." Vallerd mused. "Oh, looky looky, if it aint scum leader eself.
"Hah. Your only a smidgon in my world. Only a little smidgon that I'm soon to have a mountain. A mountain of plunder! Hahahahahahahahahahaaa!" Nolive left, laughing hystericly at his own humorless joke.
"That scum tailed slimy brained idiot will soon take his place. An I'll be dancin on is grave." Vallerd ground his pearl white teeth together.
"Like you said mate. Goldenfur wont let us go limp. Get some rest. The've already made plans. If I know the mother well." Skipper snuggled against the wooden side, and closed his eyes.
"Fine. Bet they alrady do. Yep, yep, yep, yep." Vallerd reluctantly laid down on the floor, and took a nap.

When the next day came, Nolive and the six vermin pulling the cart stepped out on the road.
"PPPPLLLUUUUNNNDDDEEERRR!"
"Yeah, yeah, stupid wolf. We got it." the doors flung open and Mother Goldenfur exited with the ablebodied Redwallers and Skipper's crew behind her.
Epmting the sack, Sister Almon annouced, "Well take, the... mouse, fox.
Skipper's crew, and the ablebodied Redwallers including Mother Goldenfur took out the weapons from inside the sacks.
"GGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Mother Goldenfur's roar ripped through the air, and all the sparrows with their leader Fearleam, appeard in the air at her shout.
"Greeak! Kill wormbeast! No kill good wormbeast! Go!"

Chapter 4 next.

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*Flaps her wings* Yay, sparrows! (NT)Skywing23:28:06 12/17/03 Wed


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