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Date Posted: 11:53:20 10/12/02 Sat
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's message, "*hyper squirrel actully calms down for once and lugs a big book over to the fireside and sits down.*" on 18:02:56 10/11/02 Fri
Chapter Four
Hours later, Mossflower Woods was starting to settle down for the night. The dappled sunlight shone through the majestic trees. Peaceful and quiet, the beauty was suddenly shattered by two giggling squirrels crashing from the trees.
Martina had finally caught up with Rufe. Grabbing his tail, she had catapulted them both from the branches. “Gotcha!” she giggled. The tall squirrelmaid sat back on her tail, looking around. “Err…do you have any idea where we are?”
“Mossflower.” Rufe suggested unhelpfully.
She looked at him, and then spoke sarcastically. “That was really helpful, fluff head. A dibbun could’ve come up with a better answer than that! We’re probably lost now.”
“Only trying to help,” Rufe muttered in a sulky voice. “No need to bite my head off.” He sat down and started to dig in the dirt with a stick.
Martina round and looked at him apologetically. “Sorry, but that was a stupid answer and…what are you doing?”
“Err…digging.” Rufe grinned up at her. “That’s what I do when I’m bored.”
Martina leaned down to look at him. “That’s sooo normal, isn’t it? Very mature too.” She sat on the floor. “I’m hungry.”
“What’s that got to do with the subject? I thought we were talking about my mature way of playing.” Rufe stopped digging in the dirt and flicked the stick at Martina. “Hang on, you were being sarcastic, weren’t you?”
Martina giggled. “Nooooo, of course not, why would I be sarcastic. You puddenheaded treejumper!” She suddenly became serious. “What was that?”
“What was what, treeheaded puddenjumper?” Rufe chuckled.
“Quiet! I’m sure I heard pawsteps.” Her paw shot out, pointing to a clump of trees. “There!” The tall squirrel shot up a tree.
“What?” Rufe was completely confused.
“Boys are so stupid.” Martina leapt back down and kicked Rufe in the tail. “Get in the tree you cakehead!”
Rufe grumbled, “Cakehead yourself,” then climbed into the tree. She was already there, peering through the branches to the clearing below. Rufe plonked himself down on a thick limb of wood, folding his arms. “And I’m not going to move from here until breakfast.”
“Pretty long wait, triflebrain.” Those four words were all Martina managed to say before two very small and very muddy something’s hurtled past her and walloped Rufe, knocking him out the tree. Before jumping down, Martina could not resist saying, “Not going to move until breakfast, eh, Rufe?”
The something’s were currently trying to bounce on Rufe’s stomach, but they kept falling off. Martina jumped down next to them and grabbed a muddy tail. “Putta me’s down, fuggy buggy!”
The tall squirrel held the mud at arms length. “You can squash my friend all you like if you tell me who and what you are.” The muddy creature stopped squirming.
“I’s Truffle an’ she be Fuffle. Can we squish yer fend now?”
“Hang on…” Martina took a cloth from her pocket and wiped some mud off the figure. “You’re an otter!”
“Coarse I bee’s a otter! Gotta be blinder notta seeing that!” Truffle grinned and twisted out of Martina’s grip, landing just past Rufe. At this moment the squirrel, Fuffle, fell off and the squirrel leapt up and hid behind his friend.
“Get those monsters away from me!” Rufe cowered after Martina. “They weigh a ton!”
The dibbuns both grinned. Fuffle scampered up to Martina. “We be vwery hungy. Canna we’s ‘ave some food?”
“Sorry.” The squirrelmaid picked the little squirrel up. “We didn’t bring any food. I was chasing him. You don’t have to be a mind reader to know you’re escaping the Badger mum. Don’t want a bath? So what! Being disgustingly mucky is a dibbuns natural defence.”
“What?!?” Rufe was puzzled. “How does being dirty help a dibbun defend itself?”
Martina giggled. “No-one wants to go near them!” Both dibbuns nodded in agreement, grinning.
“Ha ha.” He said dryly. “I suppose we’re going to have to go hungry now.”
“Yeah.” Little Truffle replied thoughtfully. “Well, letta get’s some sleepybye, anna finds Redwall tamorrer.” Everyone agreed with the sensible ottermaid. Rufe muttered to the dibbuns not to jump on him. Big mistake. After five minutes of chasing Rufe and watching Martina laugh at him, the dibbuns fell asleep almost immediately after settling down.
“Rufe?”
“What?”
“You’re awake then.”
“Obviously.”
A shadowy figure sat up in the darkness. “Then who’s snoring? It’s not the dibbuns, they aren’t actually asleep.”
“Hey! How’d ya knows?” Fuffles voice came out of nowhere.
“You were wriggling. Any idea who’s snoring?”
“I know.” A tired baby voice piped up. “It that hare we’s did saw.”
“A hare. That’s okay then.” Martina lies back down. “Go to sleep. You too, Rufe.”
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