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Date Posted: 15:46:49 11/30/02 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 Eight
Yetaria the wildcat smirked to herself, watching the dibbuns tickling Martina, through a gap in the gate. This was going to be easy.
She crept up to the gate. Martina had been chased inside by the dibbuns, and there was nobeast around. Yetaria grinned, and pushed the gate open slightly.
Rufe wandered outside looking for Martina, not realising she was indoors. He saw the abbey gate open slightly. “Who’s there!”
The wildcat snapped the door closed and leapt into the woods, cursing. Then the door opened again. It was Rufe.
Rufe shut the door behind him, frowning. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” Yetaria bit her lip and huddled in the bushes. Rufe didn’t look like he was in a good mood, and she didn’t doubt he would take her to the Abbey.
Rufe heard something in the bushes, and walked over. Before he got there though, he tripped over Yetaria’s long tail and went flying into a tree. “Uuunnnggghhh…”
Yetaria stood up and peered down at the unconscious squirrel. “That’s gotta hurt.”
As Yetaria stared at the limp squirrel, she remembered the rope in her bag. She grinned unpleasantly. Then she tied him up.
But when she tried to drag him away, Rufe was too heavy for the slender wildcat. She tugged at the rope tied round him and fell over backwards. Boy, was she glad nobeast could see her, falling straight onto her butt like that!
She stood up and sighed, then continued dragging Rufe a few inches before falling over. This was going to be a long day.
***
In Cavern Hole Deodar was introducing herself to Abbess Mhera. She was sitting in a large chair with a lot of dibbuns, who loved hares. Truffle was perched on the back of the chair, holding onto Deodar’s one ear.
Mhera plonked herself in the opposite chair and yawned. “Sorry, Miss, err…?”
Deodar blinked. “Deodar Fastfeet.”
The abbess started again. “Sorry Miss Deodar, but it’s been a very tiring day.” She glared at her brother. “And I may forget who you are tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll just ask Martina.” Martina grinned, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “So, what brings you to Redwall Abbey?”
Deodar glared at the dibbuns and prodded Truffle. “I’m a wanderer,” she grinned, “harmlessly wandering past. Then the dibbuns ambushed me. You might like to know that this little otter is evil!”
Truffle jumped on Deodar’s head, yelling. “I’s nokka evil, I’s nauty! Says it!”
The hare threw up her paws. “OK, OK, you’re not evil, you’re naughty!”
Truffle jumped off Deodar’s head and completely missed Mhera’s chair, which was were she was trying to jump to. A small ‘owww…’ came from the floor. Everyone laughed as Truffle climbed onto a chair and pulled faces at Deodar. Deodar stuck her tongue out in response.
Except Martina. She was looking round, puzzled. She frowned. “Where’s Rufe?”
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