Subject:  My Autobiography ((Well it's written by me after all)). |
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Thrus
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Date Posted: 17:56:30 06/07/05 Tue
As much as I tried, I could never remember my parents. It didn't seem important to me even, untill I started to watch other dibbuns write about theirs.
Then I had to know. I simply had to. I could not stop the urge of curiosity that raged within me. But then again, I did not want to do research. Research was the sort of thing an old, dusty recorder did. Then the thought struck. An old, dusty recorder. The old, dusty recorder of Redwall Abbey. That was precisely who would do my research for me.
And yet I couldn't. I couldn't because he would never do me that favor, for he had been my target of mischeif many a time, and he would simply refuse. Mostly because he would never do such a thing for a teasing dibbun, but also because he'd suspect it to be another trick. But this teasing dibbun wasn't about to give up.
I had a plan. A teasing plan from a teasing dibbun.
That night I managed somehow in a blurr of confusion to snatch the keys to the gatehouse. Then I locked him in and told him I wouldn't let him out untill he researched my parents.
Of course, he talked to himself of my ugly display of what a villian would do. But I was that teasing dibbun after all. After awhile I found out that all the time he had been looking around for his extra pair of keys.
Finally there was no other choice. I had to run away to wherever Skipper and his crew had found me. But where was that? Nowhere, is what I supposed at the time.
Then, as I was trying to group out a more clever scheme, the sister who went by the name of Sister Coral came over to where I was.
When she talked to me, she showed much too much kindness for my taste, but try as I might, my ears kept twitching in her direction.
"I am your mother's younger sister." She said it four times in several different ways before I stopped my thinking it was a joke. Her blue eyes were much to sweet to be a relative to me, but I soon found that she knew all my mother's relations. She knew everything except my father's last name that needed to be known about my mother, and she knew my story.
My mother and father were wed around seven seasons ago, and a about a season later, I was born. They moved back from the village my mother was from-- where they stayed after the wedding-- to my father's village.
Then a rambling horde of stoats attacked the village, and besides myself being put on a log down the stream before my parents died, only one messenger squirrel survived to come to my mother's village and give the news.
In some way or another that didn't interest me, Coral soon moved to Redwall Abbey to escape the same horde. A couple of sunrises later, Skiper and crew came back with me.
That is all she knew, which was much more than myself, and I'm not even sure that my own story was worth having to listen to her fluttery voice and look at her unsettlingly kind blue eyes. But perheps it was. Yet I can't imagine why I ever wanted to know about my parents in the first place. I wouldn't have had I known I'd have to listen to the bird's tweet voice of Auntie Coral!
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