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Otterears of the Rambling Rascals
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Date Posted: 22:06:30 10/09/05 Sun
This is the reason of why me old auntie is an otter!
Once upon a time, there was a small band of hares called the Dunery Nomads. They always seemed to have turned out as sad as they're name. They ended up with a group of dunehogs and got along together. The hares stayed within the Hogs hospitality helping them disguise they're huts so they looked like the dunes in which they lived. Cheif Joramear, the Hare's Sergent and leader was greatly thankful for the Dunehogs care that after a few seasons of harmony and such, the hares had organized a small suprise feast in thanks to the Dunehogs, vowing that they would not take part in the eating. And instead helping with the cooking, setting, and other festivities.
The feast was a success and there was a lot of dancing, spinetusseling, and eating. Both Hares and Hogs enjoyed it. But no one saw a hare sneak off in the middle of the feast.
Porncy Flaggle was found the mourning in the store "dunes". He had eaten all the pancakes, dried fruit, surgared nuts, fish, shrimp, and drank all the ale, cordials, tea, and wine. The leader Hog was furious. Thinking the feast was just to distract them so the hares could fill thier selves on the hogs stored food. He kicked the hares out, banishing them from the dunes.
The hares walked on in silence until they passed the edge of the dunes and into the woodlands.
"You!" said Joromear, pointing at Porncy. "You-" I'm not typing the rest of the words he said since they were so loud they scared the bird away that was the one that was listening. That bird is the one who told me of this story when it was passing by Redwall on it's way to the North. The story of my past. The only part of my family I can grasp on to.
Anyway, when the bird returned, she found the hares in a council, judging the unfortunate Porncy. At the end, Porncy was banished from the complement just as the hares had been banished from the dunes. Porncy did as he was told and left the group but was always at the hare's side. Climbing through tree's and walking of the path. As the seasons wore on, the Chief was growing old, his daughter Sunflower still hasn't married so he had no successor. Or so he thought.
At night, Porncy would take Sunflower on moonlight walks. They gradually fell in love and soon after they married in secret. When Joromear was on the verge of dieing, Sunflower brought Porncy to her father for his blessing. The chief died from shock and Porncy Flaggle and his wife Sunflower were the Cheif and Chiefess of the group. Porncy started them off marching North. they lived in the mountains for a season the moved on. That is when things went terribly wrong.
The hares were captured by the "Evil" Handrag who made them slaves to restore the fort on which where Martin the Warrior swore and called revenge on Badrang who died so many seasons before. Here is where I came in, I was born into slavery. Daughter of Porncy and Sunflower on the dawn of when the great battle between Handrag and Gabool the Wild or something like that. I was named by Handrag, Marietta which meant fowl somethin' in his native langauge. But my parents named me Dawnflower. (thats how I got my last name see!) During the battle, my parents and 2 other hares escaped. We ran through the woods and lived on the land. The problem was there was nothing to live on. One hare died from starvation.
It was then when we reached a huge group of trees, apple trees. Yummy!
The next day, tummys filled, we walked south. Porncy was the first to notice.
Out ears were shrinking.
My mom tried all the potions she could make. From Nettlebrew to Shrimp Soup. Noting worked. The food seemed to never reach our bellies. Our hunger increased and the other hare, George was the first to go. A few days later, it took my mother.
Dad carried me as he trudged forward. Not having enough strength to bury Mom he covered her with dead leaves and with all his strength, ran as quickly as he could. Then
We reached River Moss.
There we met the shrews. They helped us and gave us some medicene. Sadly, my dad died from too much emotion. That night, the shrews were ambushed by waterrats. (suprise! look at my reputation!) And the otters came to our aid. After the brief battle. (that the otters and shrews won of course) I was raised by the otters. Skip and Flimstail adopted me and named me Otterears. They taught me how to swim and sling. They gave me my first sling and pouch! After a that winter they dropped me off at Redwall and I've been here ever since. That is where I learned my real name so I use it as my last name, wot.
That is why I have a otter for an Aunt.
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