Chapter 1
One day, a young mousemaid was sitting at the river, which, during this time, was practically frozen over, watching the dibbens frolicking with a Badger mum. She was writing in her diary sitting against a tree. She shivered against the frosty, biting wind. When, from behind a tree, leapt her very good friend William the Warrior. He startled her so much that she fell into a snow bank. Laughing she threw a snowball at him.
"All right! All right, you got me." He said in between wiping tears of laughter from his eyes and a snowball from his ear. It took a while for Will to regain his composure, but when he did, he began to look serious.
" I did get you, didn't I?" The young mousemaid replied. She suddenly stopped laughing and realized the look of concern on her friend's face. "What? What's wrong?"
He looked deep into her eyes and stated, "We have an emergency. A young squirrel is very ill, and we can't figure out what herb to give him. I need your help, Blossom."
"Of course I'll help. I would always help a creature in need," she said with a smile, her crystal blue eyes shining.
Will waited patiently while she told the Badger mum that she was leaving. Then he said, "Good, let's go this way, through the wood. I will explain his symptoms along the way."
~*~
Back at the Abbey, Abbess Lanzel was very concerned for the newcomer. He was feverish, and he had a terrible cough.
Just then, Will broke through the door. "Where have you been, wot!" cried the Abbess, a look of concern creasing her brow. "I wos about ta send a search party out for ye!"
"Well, Abbess," Will stated in a strangely calm manner. "I have been out finding a lovely mousemaid to help us."
Blossom stepped into the well-lit Abbey meeting room. "Don't worry Abbess Lanzel. I think that I have the perfect herbs to treat the young Squirrel. He'll be better in no time."
A look of relief passed over the Abbess's worried face. "Thank goodness. I was about to think that he might not make it."
"Not with Blossom around," said Will proudly. Blossom blushed a lovely shade of pink.
"Will! Stop that this instant, wot! You're embarrassing the poor thing. Come, we will see wot herbs ye will need." The Abbess turned her back on Will, grabbed Blossom's paw and waltzed out of the room. Blossom glanced back over her shoulder, shrugged, and had to let the Abbess pull her along. Dejectedly, Will trotted behind.
One day, a young mousemaid was sitting at the river, which, during this time, was practically frozen over, watching the dibbens frolicking with a Badger mum. She was writing in her diary sitting against a tree. She shivered against the frosty, biting wind. When, from behind a tree, leapt her very good friend William the Warrior. He startled her so much that she fell into a snow bank. Laughing she threw a snowball at him.
"All right! All right, you got me." He said in between wiping tears of laughter from his eyes and a snowball from his ear. It took a while for Will to regain his composure, but when he did, he began to look serious.
" I did get you, didn't I?" The young mousemaid replied. She suddenly stopped laughing and realized the look of concern on her friend's face. "What? What's wrong?"
He looked deep into her eyes and stated, "We have an emergency. A young squirrel is very ill, and we can't figure out what herb to give him. I need your help, Blossom."
"Of course I'll help. I would always help a creature in need," she said with a smile, her crystal blue eyes shining.
Will waited patiently while she told the Badger mum that she was leaving. Then he said, "Good, let's go this way, through the wood. I will explain his symptoms along the way."
~*~
Back at the Abbey, Abbess Lanzel was very concerned for the newcomer. He was feverish, and he had a terrible cough.
Just then, Will broke through the door. "Where have you been, wot!" cried the Abbess, a look of concern creasing her brow. "I wos about ta send a search party out for ye!"
"Well, Abbess," Will stated in a strangely calm manner. "I have been out finding a lovely mousemaid to help us."
Blossom stepped into the well-lit Abbey meeting room. "Don't worry Abbess Lanzel. I think that I have the perfect herbs to treat the young Squirrel. He'll be better in no time."
A look of relief passed over the Abbess's worried face. "Thank goodness. I was about to think that he might not make it."
"Not with Blossom around," said Will proudly. Blossom blushed a lovely shade of pink.
"Will! Stop that this instant, wot! You're embarrassing the poor thing. Come, we will see wot herbs ye will need." The Abbess turned her back on Will, grabbed Blossom's paw and waltzed out of the room. Blossom glanced back over her shoulder, shrugged, and had to let the Abbess pull her along. Dejectedly, Will trotted behind.
