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Date Posted: 03:29:22 04/26/03 Sat
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Checkery
's message, "I'm going to start a story from scratch!" on 02:57:27 04/26/03 Sat
Jurrid didn't consider himself odd in any way. As far as he was concerned, he was perfectly normal; your average mole. But that was because he lived alone, in a dwelling he made for himself. Had he lived among his own kind, he would have found out how different he was. Heights never bothered him too much, the water was his home, he was caustrophobic and though he had never learned he practiced with his spear each day, making up his own ways of using the weapon. Odd? Jurrid had no clue whatsoever.
Jurrid was swimming one sunny day, in the stream that ran close to his home dug out of the bank. He floated on his back, watching the sun patterns play on his belly. The mole had met a very few beasts in his life, so he almost drowned when a whiskery face popped up next to his chubby one. But powerful paws lifted him clear of the sparkling waters. "What's a mole doin' swimmin' like a duck? Tain't natural, I'd say mate." Jurred squeaked in panic. "Oi, ee doan't 'urt oi, oi be ee gurt wurrier, ho aye! Oi slay ee wi' moi one claw if oi wudd!"
The otter blew water from his whiskers. "Now get yore tail in a twizzle, mate, I ain't gonna hurt ye. I'm Rweckwain Spillhollow. Nice liddle glad ye got here." Jurrid wriggled from Rweckwain's grasp and dogpaddled. "Hurr, oi be Jurred. Thus be moi 'ome, an' moi tail bain't twuzzerd." Wreckwain climbed onto the bank and shook water from himself, then became serious. "Listen here, Jurrid. There ain't much time for chatterin' on. My home in Barkwood is unner attack, from vermin. We're outnumbered sorely. I was sent t'get reinforcements an' save my friends'n'family. If you're a warrior like y'said, you can join me as me first recruit." Jurrid swam close to the shore, standing waist-deep in the stream. "Hurr, ee be goo'n too farst fur oi. Ee slow doawn now an' tell oi yore sturry. Hurr now." Rweckwain scratched his neck, giving in doubtfully. "Oh, I guess it won't take too long..."
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