DISCALIMER: I DO KNOT OWN REDWALL, BRIAN JAKES DOES. I ASLO DONUT OWN MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDHISP IS MAGIC, THAT WAS MAID BY HASHBROWN STUDIOS AND LOREN FOSTER.

ONce apon a tim there was being an evil ferret named Swart Sixclaw. He was call Swartt Sixclaw becuz he had six fingers on each hand and six toes on each foot. He wore jeans, a leather jacket and tennis shoes, and he always wore his headfur slicked back like he was a character in one of those old 1950s movies like Greese or West Side Store. Swartt Sixclaw was the leader of a army of evil animals that wanted to take over the wrodl. There were 100 ferrets, 100 weasels, 100 rats, 100 foxes, and 000 giraffes in Swartt's army. They all dressed and talked exactly like him. Swart also had a slave that was a badger. He was reel meen to the badger all the time and called him "Scumtripe."

One winter day Swartt and his hoard were camping in a forset. They were sitting aroud a fire and doing things like cooking food and sharpening their weapons and smoking. And then suddeny the heard a big loud noise.

Swart spat out his cigarette (he always smoked because he was a rebel) and stood uprite. Kicking a nearby stout, he snarled, "Trattak, go and see what's makin' dat noise." (AN: I FOUGHT THE WORD STOUT MEANT FAT BUT MY FREND SAID A STOUT WAS A KIND OF WEASEL SO I GUESS TRATTAK IS A REALLY FAT WEASEL.)

Trattak scuttled off obediently into the snow-laden trees. It didn't not take him long to find out what was making the big loud noise. "Over here, some stupid boid got itself froze to a tree!" he called out.

Swart went over to where the badger was tied to a log. He didn't have a white strip on his back like most baggers do. Instead he had a yellow stripe.

"Get up, Scumtripe, and give your master a ride over there," Swarrt said. He had an evil smile on his face and an even eviler one in his heart.

The evil ferrets, weasels, stouts, rates, foxes, and giraffes crowding aroud the flames (HAHA GEDDIT U REVIEWERS FLAMES?) jeerd and laufed as Swartt sat upon the badgers back and goaded it frowad, raking with his claws and slapping him with the flat of his sword blade. Hobbled close, the young bagder cold only take slow, hobbling steps. Anguished growls issued from his bound mouth as fumbled though the snow.

Swartt found it no end of a joke, shooting aloud for the benefit for his band, "Giddy up Scumtrope, ya big stripe dog, move!"

Swartt rode the badger over to the tree where da bird was. But it wasn't a bird! It wass instead… Rainbow Dash! Her wings were frozen to the tree.

"Well now, what have we here?' Swart ejaculated menacingly as he got off the badger's back. "A horse wid wings! Struck fast by da ice, are ya, horsey? Well, I'm sure if we thaw ya out you'll make another fine slave 4 me."

Rainbow dash raised her hoof and made an obscene jester at the ferret. "I'll never b your slaver!" she shooted angrily. "You can't restrain a Pegasus!" And she through a handful of snow in the ferret's face.

"You'll die fer dat!" Swartt snarled. He clawed across Rainbow's face with his six claws. Then he tried to raised his sword and kill her but she kicked him in his man thing (AN: ACTUALLY A FERRET THING LOL!) and he fell tp the ground as the other animals gasp.

"You won't get away for dis!1" Swart angried as he stepped back up on his feat. But then the badger sprung into action. Fierce anger borned in his eyes. Stretching his powerful young lims, the badger seized a bow of the hornbeam and snapped it from the ree with a single wretch. Smashing the bow against the tree trunk, he broke it into, then casting aside the thin end, he griped the heavier piece with both paws. It was about half his own heightm, thicker at one end then the other, like some huge rough club. He swung the branch and hit Swaert with it, roaring "Eeulaliaaaaaa!111111"

The badger's club thud hard against his foes six-clawed paw with a loud SKADOOSH noise. Swartt screeched and fell back injured, yelling to his creatures, "Stop dem! Kill dem!"

With a mighty heave, Sunflash pulled Raindow Dash away off the tree branch, shattering the ice that restained her. Then the Badger an the Pegasus were away, boning through the night forset. Burtsing with the energy of freedom, they traveled tirelessly, crashing throughh bush, briar, and bramble in a welter of falling snow.

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Back in th camp, all was confusion, smoke, ashes and freezing drak night. An fox, her name was Nightshade, was ministering to Swart, binding his hurt paw with a poultice of herbs ad snow. Swartt's wife Bluefen went over to them. Bluefen and nightshade were both waring poodle skirts like 50's girls.

"Shall we follow them an' kill 'em with arrows?" Bluefen asked.

The vixin answered without looking up form her task. "Yeah we better do it right way, before they get too far."

Bad-temperately, made Swart as if to raise his six-clawed paw and swipe out at them both, but the movement caused him to snarl in agony; his paw hung limp and throbbing. "Idiots! Get the fire goin', quick, before we fre4eze to ' death in the dark here."! he spat. "Follow them? With my paw smashed an' ruined? I give orders 'round here, mudbrains, we follow 'em when I'm ready, an' not before!"

With lightning speed he shot out out his good arm and grabbed Bluefen. His furious eyes fixed on the female ferret's face as he hissed, "But when dis paw's fixed an' I've rested by a food fire, there'll be no place dat badger d can hide from Swartt Sixcla. I'll follow dat one to the edge of the world of to Hellgates, and he'll take a long time at die at da blade of my sword. I'll hunt him to da death an' slay him bit be bit, if it takes me ten seasons!"

The vixen Nightshade continued binding Swart's paw, fixing the herbs and snow tight with mud form the fire wehre the earth had been and strips of aspen bark. "If you leave it later than this night, it will take you a lifetime," she said as she worked. Swartt winced as the dressing tightened.

Swartt winced as the dressing tight end. "shut yer slimy mouth, fox, always seein' the future, or sayin' dat ya do. I could fix your futre with one wing of my sword, that'd keep ya quiet!"

Bluefen was chocking under Swart's fereret looked at his wife as if just noticing her. "What're ya doin' gurgling' there? Didn't I tell ya to get a fire goin'? Trattak! Halfrump! Gerrout an' forrage for fry timber! The rest of ya, clean dis place up!"

Letter, as fresh flames licked hungrily across around resinous pine boughs, Swartt lay back gritting his teeth and muttering savagely "We'll meet again, badger. Make the best fo the few days you've got left. I'll find ya, Scumtripe!"

TO BE CONTINUED?… YES!