Subject:  Next chapter! Heeheehee! |
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Date Posted: 16:43:42 06/10/03 Tue
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Checkery, adventurer of authors and quester of quills!
's message, "I'm starting a new type of Redwall writing...This one is called 'Mattoomeo', and it's just the introduction so everybeasy can see what it'll be like." on 16:45:47 06/06/03 Fri
Tripaw was alert at his post. He spied Glitch approaching and whistled. The undersized rat looked up. "Where's Slogan and the others?" Tripaw pointed with his dagger. "In the church. What happened to you?" "Keep your snout out of my business, fatty!" Glitch said and dodged into the church. Slogan sat with his back against the cart and scowled at Glitch. "You took your time gettin' here rat. What in the name of coolness kept you?" Glitch sat wearily on a hassock. "Washing pots and pans, scrubbing floors and gettin meself knocked about."
Slogan crouched forward. "Never mind that, dude. I put you there to do a job. When is the feast?" "Oh that. One more moonrise, and the early evening following." "Cool. Did you fix the bolts on the north wallgate?" Asked Slogan. "Of course, that's the first thing I did. They're well greased and ready for a quick getaway. You can keep Dreadwall, Slogan. I'm goin' back there." "Why's that, Glitch?" The fox's voice was dangerously gentle. "Huh, it was hard enough tryin' pass meself off as a mouse. That young one, wotsisname, Mattoo something-he smelled a rat right away. I had to fight the nuisance, and he's strong as an otter. Then this big badger gave me a right old tellin' off and sent me to scrub dirty pots for some stupid cook. He had me up to my tail in dirty dishwater, makin' me scour an cl-"
"Ah, shut up, rat. This mouse, was his name Mattoomeo, son of Matthew the Warrior?" "Aye, that's him, but how do you know?" Slogan touched the silk headcover, baring his fangs. "Never mind how, rat. He's the one we'll be takin', along with any others we can, like, lay our paws on." Glitch brightened up. "Maybe I can be alone with Mattoomeo after the getaway, when he's chained up good and proper." Slogan watched the small rat's face. "Ha, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Heehee, like it, I'd love it!" Glitch's eyes shone malevolently. The fox leaned closer. "Vengeance, that's totally the word. I tell you, rat, there's nothin' like it when you've have your enemy helpless and you can take revenge."
Glitch was puzzled. "I can't imagine a little mouse like that being able to hurt you, Smart One. What did he do?" Slogan had a faraway look in his eyes. "It was his father, that big badger too...like, all the creatures at Dreadwall have hurt me. The little dude wasn't born then, but they all dote on him. I could kill alot of birds with one stone by taking Mattoomeo. Woodlanders love their young, and they'd rather be taken themselves than have anything happen to their prcious little ones. That's what makes my revenge more awesome." Glitch stretched a paw towards Slogan's masked face. "Did they do that t'you? Is that why you have to wear a mask on your head? Why don't you take it o-Aaaarrrggghh!"
Slogan seized Glitch's paw and bent it savagely backwards. "Don't you dare put your grubby paw near my face again dude, or I'll snap it off and make you eat it! Now get back to that Abbey and, like, keep your eyes open. Make sure you know where that mouse is, so I can get him when the time comes." He released Glitch and the rat punched him mightily. "That was too hard! You weren't really supposed to bend my paw back, stupid!" Slogan blew blood from his mouth angrily, where it was dripping down from his snout. "Arr, you little dork, you're gonna pay for that!" Slogan ripped the mask from his face and lunged at Glitch. In a moment they were both rolling on the ground, scrapping it out.
The director, a badger, stepped in and grabbed the two of them. "Stop it, will you! You've wrecked the shot!" Glitch struggled in the badger's grasp. "But he didn't pretend to bend my paw; he practically broke my wrist!" Slogan wiped blood from his chin. He was covered in it now. "He broke my nose! I'm surprised I'm not dead from blood loss!" The director shook them as he stomped off to their dressing rooms. "Get the set cleaned off, somebeast, we'll just have to move on to the next scene. When will you two ever quit?"
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