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Mareth Baskethead of the AA
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Date Posted: 18:10:48 01/05/05 Wed
Hello there, everybeatht! M' name'th Mareth of the Active Array. Thith ith m'life (tho far).
Now I'll talk normally, so it's easier to understand.
When I was a small(er) mouse, I ended up in a basket, floating down the river. I think my parents died of some sort of fever. Not that I was exactly distressed, though. After all, I was really only a babe at the time, and didn't know what had happened. So, I was shoved into a basket and down the river I went. There, I was found by some sqirrels a bit like the Gawtrybe. They seemed rather interested in this small thing that was floating by. So I was taken in as a pet. Not a slave, a PET. That's where I got my name, Mareth. In their language, Mareth means 'small one'. I stayed there for around 3 seasons. I had to leave them then because I had become a little too big to fit in my basket. Too big to use as a ball to play catch with. So, I was off, with a bag of food and a basket on my head as a sunhat (yes, this is the same from the beginning). I walked for only a day or so when I reached Redwall Abbey, an ugly little grey mouse with a lisp and a big grin. I was taken in, and dubbed Baskethead. And, from then on, I lived happily ever after.
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