CHAPTER 1
CLUNY!
It was hot. It was very hot. But not as hot as Cluny's laugh. Cluny was marching with his horde to Holt Castor and neighboring Squirrel House Chastor. He needed slaves. His warriors were weary from carrying all their loot and luggage from other battles.
Cluny was young. Only about 7 seasons old. Their was older and wiser rats. There was stonger weasels, ferrets, and stoats. But none challenged Cluny. They knew he was too powerful.
They finally made it to the Holt and the Squirrel House and Cluny knocked on the door. The door was creaking open. No Body saw Cluny. Cluny gave a laugh of satisfaction.
It was hot. But not as hot as Cluny's laugh.
CLUNY!
It was hot. It was very hot. But not as hot as Cluny's laugh. Cluny was marching with his horde to Holt Castor and neighboring Squirrel House Chastor. He needed slaves. His warriors were weary from carrying all their loot and luggage from other battles.
Cluny was young. Only about 7 seasons old. Their was older and wiser rats. There was stonger weasels, ferrets, and stoats. But none challenged Cluny. They knew he was too powerful.
They finally made it to the Holt and the Squirrel House and Cluny knocked on the door. The door was creaking open. No Body saw Cluny. Cluny gave a laugh of satisfaction.
It was hot. But not as hot as Cluny's laugh.