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Subject: Ragleaf the White Squirrel (In adult talk)

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By Abbey Rose

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Date Posted: 00:34:49 01/22/03 Wed

Okay, this is the story of Ragleaf, the albino squirrel, (and also a bit crazy, to) Ahe-e-e-e-em...... It was a warm, sleepy summer morning, and skipper, who was patrolling the walltops, wasn't actually patrolling them, he was dozing off into a river of dreams, when a knock on the gate startled him. He looked cautiously over the parapet, hoping it wasn't rats. A white squirrel, with red eyes, stared up at him, a fearsome sight, with a longbow over her shoulder, and four throwing knives shoved into her belt. Skipper breathed a sigh of releif, but at the same time, noticed that he was backing away, he stepped forward, and called down "what buisness do yer 'ave 'ere, Squirrel? This is Redwall Abbey, and if you do not state your purposes, I have a mind not to let you in". "My name is Ragleaf, and I have no purpose exept to rest here", Skipper was about to answer, when a very odd thing happened. It was Ragleaf's eyes began to light up, until they looked like pits of fire. Ragleaf saw a red flash, and then, she went crazy. In her sight, Skipper was no longer an otter, but a weasel, and was not trying to calm her down, but laughing, and leering at her. Ragleaf reached for her longbow intending to kill him, but then stopped short, there was a red flash, and Skipper was an otter again.

Continued in my next writings.......

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