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Date Posted: 18:55:42 06/30/04 Wed
I guess you could say that the beginning of my life was misery. I had been separated from my twin sister, May, just three days after we were born. How it happened was this. A huge storm had moved inland. Back then, my family and I lived on a raft in the water and that was where we were when it hit us. I had been playing out on deck with my sister. We were both tied to the side of the cabin that was in the center of the raft. My line snapped and I was thrown into the whirling waters of the river. I automatically paniced. I couldn't swim and every second I was moving farther from the raft. I tried to take a breath and water filled my lungs. I fought to get to the surface, but I was getting weak from lack of air. It was then I saw a dark shape appear in the water a couple yards from me. I tried to swim to it, but the water kept pushing me away. Still, it kept coming closer to me. Just before I blacked out, this thing grabed me and pulled me to the surface.
I woke up the next morning to bright sunshine and sweet birdsong. My dad had had been the black shape in the water and had pulled me out of the water. He told me later that he had seen me hit the water, and without thinking, had jumped in to get me out. But when he turned to pull me back to the raft, it wasn't there, so he swam to shore. The next few days were spent searching for my mum and May. One season after we were separated from the raft, we found it, or at least, what was left of it. The raft was a wreck. My dad searched through the rubble for Mum and May, but he didn't find them. He figured they had also been thrown overboard and, most likely, drowned in the water. Still, my dad wasn't one to give up hope. We searched for another three seasons for my sister and my mum; but we never found them.
My dad had raised me as well as he could during that time. He had taught me how to swim and trck and fight and everything that you need to survive in the wild. But one day, he decided to find someone to help him take care of me so that I could learn other things other than the stuff he knew. That was when I was almost five seasons old. He found an old otter wife near the mouth of the river and we lived there for a while. I really didn't like that old otter wife. There was something in her voice that I didn't like. Something that was, well, unotterish about it, if you know what I mean. I tried to stay out of her way as much as I could by going down to the river bank and playing there. Even out of her way I didn't feal very safe. Once, down by the river bank when I was just over eight seasons old, I found some tracks that were defiantly not otter made. My dad had been teaching me how to recognize different tracks over the last season, and right away, I knew what had made those tracks. A gang of around three ferrets had been there, not long ago either. I had known for a long time before then that something about the area we lived in wasn't right, but then, I was one hundred percent sure that something about it wasn't at all right, and I had a strange feeling that the old otter wife that had been helping my dad raise me was involved. I knew that, if I was right, she would make her move soon. I was soon to find out that I was correct about her. But I wasn't expecting her to move as soon as she did.
Two nights after I had found the ferret tracks, my dad, the old otter wife and I were sitting at the entrance of the cave that we lived in, when I heard a whistle. Something about the whistle made me nervous. I looked at my dad, but he seamed not to have noticed, so I put it out of my mind. I have thought since then if you learn when you're young about the woods and the things living in them, you are better prepared for disasters. Well, my dad had been teaching me about the woods, how to survive in them and the things living in them since I was les than a season old, and, in my opinion, he had trained me well. Well, after I heard the whistle, I was well aware that the old otter wife was moving over towards my dad and I. I pretended to be dozing, but my eyes were open as thin as I could make them. I noticed that she was moving her paw towards her side, and, after a little while, she pulled out a dagger. Well, that was enough for me to realize that My dad and I were in big danger. I opened my eyes as if I had just woken up, starred at the old otter wife as if shocked to see her with a dagger in her paw, and screamed as loud as I could. My scream woke up my dad just as around three score vermin of all sorts came pouring out of the bushes surrounding the cave. My dad launched himself onto the otter wife, who turned out to be an old stoat, grabbed the dagger, and stabbed her in the neck. She fell to the ground dead just as the vermin poured into the cave. I had been sitting there, shocked at what I was seeing when the urge came over me to grab the dagger not three pawlengths away. I grabbed it and threw it at the nearest vermin, killing him in an instant. My dad fought his way over to where I was trying to resist being captured and killed by the vermin, picked me up, and ran straight through to the open beach. He ran with me back to the woods and dodged through the trees until even I couldn't hear the vermin following us. He set me down and slumped against a rowan tree. I cold see then that he was going to die and that upset me greatly untill I was crying. He told me not to cry and gave me instructions to find an abbey called Redwall. He told me to go before the vermin caught up to us. I had been wounded in the left footpaw and couldn't run as fast as I would usually have been able to, but, after I had hugged my dad, told him I loved him and thanked him for taking care of me I ran like a whirlwind through the woods.
I dodged the trees and ran through thorn thickets for three days when I collapsed on a path near a ford. I was to tired to move another inch in the state I was in; scratched and torn almost to pieces, almost dead from hunger and crying. I lay there for what seamed like days when I heard a boat slide up on the bank of the river and foot steps coming nearer. I didn't care who it was as long as it was someone friendly, and lucky for me it was. I opened my eyes when I felt a paw on my face and saw, through what seamed like a mist, the friendly face of a shrew. It was at that moment that I blacked out for the second time in my life.
I woke up in the infirmary here at Redwall Abbey and have lived here ever since. I've been reunited with my sister and my life since then has been very happy.
That's my story and I hope it helps you to get to know me better through it.
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