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Date Posted: 17:20:01 10/23/02 Wed
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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 Six
At Redwall Abbess Mhera was being chased by the dibbuns. “You can’t do this to me, I’m the Abbess! Hey!”
“Take that H’abbess Meerer! Heeheehee!” A small otter threw a large cream covered pie at the Abbess, and then ran away. “Teeheehee! Got ya, got ya, got ya!”
Mhera sat on the grass, covered in cream and strawberries. “I knew I shouldn’t’ve mentioned bathtime.”
“Mhera!” an old bent female otter made her way over to the Abbess. “Playing with dibbuns again?”
Mhera looked up at Filorn. “I said the Forbidden Word.”
“What,” the ancient otter looked around then whispered, “Bathtime?”
“Yes. Now I need a bath.” Mhera got up and headed towards the Abbey, dripping cream.
Filorn stood there trying not to laugh. As soon as her cream soaked daughter was out of sight, the ancient otter burst out laughing. “Ha ha ha! She’s left a -hee hee- trail of -hoo ha- cream!”
Deyna tapped his mother on the shoulder. “What are you laughing at?”
“Mhera!” laughed Filorn. “Those dibbuns have it in for her! Just because she said the Forbidden Word!”
Deyna blinked. “What Forbidden Word? Bathtime?”
“Gerrim!” yelled a small mouse.
“What? Help!” Deyna was suddenly engulfed in squealing, giggling dibbuns tickling furiously. “Get them off me!”
“Yes,” giggled Filorn, “that Forbidden Word!”
***
Martina, Rufe and the dibbuns stood outside the gates of Redwall. Muffled giggles and pleas for help came from within. Truffle grinned. “Somebeast said da ferbidded word!”
Martina winced. “I remember when I said that. Those dibbuns are pretty violent ticklers!”
Rufe blinked. “What’s a ferbidded word?”
“Forbidden, not ferbidded, you idiot.” Martina elbowed him sharply in the ribs. “You can be such a numbskull sometimes.”
“’S not my fault.” Rufe muttered. “No-one told me.”
Martina smiled. “Just knock on the door. I want my lunch.”
“Okay, okay, don’t get your tail in a twist!” muttered Rufe as he pounded on the solid wooden door. “Sometimes I wonder why I say anything round you lot. All you do is insult me. It’s not fair on m-”
“Shut up Rufe.” Martina interrupted. “You’re rambling now. And you can stop knocking.” She added, pointing to the open door.
“Ware’s my dinna!” yelled Truffle, climbing up Rufe and leaping off his head so fast she didn’t notice Deyna standing in the doorway.
Her jump ended abruptly. “Ow!” Truffle glared up at Deyna. “You’s shoulda not be gettin’ in da way o’ beastys jumping.”
The tall otter picked Truffle up. “You shouldn’t have been jumping off poor Rufe’s head!”
As the others came in, Rufe rubbing his neck ruefully, Abbess Mhera rushed out of the abbey, damp and with her robe on backwards. “Martina! Rufe! Fuffle and Truffle!?! I didn’t realise you were gone!” the Abbess stopped in front of them. “Hmm. You two seem to grow taller every time I see you. Why were you gone?”
Martina grinned mischievously. “It was his fault!”
Rufe glared at her. “You were the one who called me stupid!”
“Well, not directly. I implied you were stupid.”
“It’s the same thing!”
Mhera stepped between them. “Stop arguing! It was most likely both of you! Martina, tell me what happened.”
The squirrelmaid sighed and plonked herself on the ground, relating her tale very fast. “Well, me and Rufe were having lunch on the battlements when Rufe found the space where Matthias put Martins shield. I sort of implied he was an idiot and he called a scrubbing-brush-tailed hooligan and I forced him to apologise then he said my head looked like a scrubbing brush and I chased him all day and we were lost in Mossflower and then we found the dibbuns and when everyone was asleep (apart from me) a wildcat tried to catch us but I sort of beat her up.”
Mhera blinked. “Err…okay, I think I get what you mean. D’you want lunch?”
The Abbess was sitting on the ground. “Oh my.” She blinked again. Martina and Rufe had departed so fast they had knocked her over.
Fuffle toddled past. “By da way,” she said to Mhera. “You’s might be wantin’ ta change yer robes. They be backward.”
Mhera sat watching the baby squirrel wander indoors. She looked down and her robes were indeed backwards. “Why didn’t I notice that?” she muttered.
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