| Subject: I'm here becuase of a pot of soup? |
Author:
Meloi
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Date Posted: 07:56:39 01/26/06 Thu
I lived with my paerents and my little brother in a little cottag that my Dad built before I was born.One day,Dad and I where out gathering herbs,for my Mom to make her famose soup with.(she can make better soup than a mole!)
Anyway,she started the soup before we got back,and it's delishous smell caught the attention of some scummy ol' rats who just so happend to be passing by,and they "dropped in for a visit".When we got home,my Mom was terribly wounded and unconsious,and my brother was locked in a closet.Not to mention,the house was on fire and Mom's best soup pot was missing,along with the soup that had been in it.(Duh!)
anyway,to make a long story short,Dad carried Mom to redwall,where she could rest and be heald,while he went after the rats that tryed to kill her.He woulden't let ether of us kittens come with him,and he gave us a hole litany of how it was too dangerous,how it would be too far for us to walk,we woulden't be able to keep up,yadda yadda yadda...
And well,that's how I wound up here at redwall.
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