Hi! This is my first story so be nice people and don't hurt my feelings. No flames.
Sunfroc scampered out onto the Abbey lawn, which spread wide and green. The morning was misty and a light morning dew was scattered over the grass. A roar combined with laughter grew louder and louder as Dibbuns raced after her, pouring out from inside the Abbey doors. Occasionally, Sunfroc would skip over a patch of wildflowers as the Abbeybabes continued to chase her. Soon, the lawn was covered in trampled wildflowers and flattened grass. Foggir the mole dove out of the stampede and landed on Sunfroc.
"Redwaaaaall! Ee leave us'ns alone you'm bad vermint!"
"It very bad to hurt likkle Dibbuns like us!" Scuttle the bankvole shouted.
"Aye, an you call us maggits," a little otter named Jeslea screeched.
"Enough is enough," Mother Phirra said, appearing at the door.
"Thank you, Mother," Sunfroc wheezed. The badger glanced slyly at the panting group.
"My little dirty Dibbuns, don't you agree that we should all take a bath? I'm going to scrub you till you smell like rosewater! Here's my bargain, the first one to the lake gets a blueberry scone. And you, Sunfroc," she nodded at the scraggly mouse, "I'm going to wash you up like when you were just a mousebabe." Sunfroc's jaw dropped in horror.
"Don't wanna!" she cried. Sobbing, she ran towards the main gate to Redwall Abbey and bumped straight into...
"Father Abbot!" Phirra gasped. Quickly she ran over and lectured Sunfroc.
"Don't," Abbot Taffin said calmly, "And Sunfroc! Aren't you muddy! Phirra, go bathe the Dibbuns. Sunfroc will catch up later." He winked. "Now, here's your job as long as you refuse to bathe now..."
Sunfroc tugged on the last weed and uprooted it."Phew! Now just gotta replant the flowers." She stared reluctantly at the wide lawn, suddenly regretting that she had loved the vastness of it before. "Leityn!" she whispered desperately. Leityn the young pretty little molemaid appeared from a hole in the ground.
"Oi doant know whoi Oi even helps ee. Moi habit is all ruined, burr aye. Naow wot do ee want oi to do?" Sunfroc sighed gratefully.
"Leityn, I don't know how I ever could repay your kindness. Really, I mean..." Leityn tugged her snout respectfully.
"Naow, naow, doant embarass oi, or oi'll change moi moind." The youngest daughter of Foremole blushed as she spoke.
"Leityn, I need help to dig holes for-"
"Say no more! A mole ain't a mole 'less she can dig holes." Leityn flexed her claws. "See moi diggin' claws? Moi farther Foremole said they'm bees the sharpest shoiniest he'm ever seen! Naow oi c'n dig ee a hole with they'm. Woant moi father be proud of oi." Sunfroc hid a smile and nodded vigorously.
"I need many holes for planting flowers."
"Oi do loves flowers! When ee's done planting, save oi sum flower seeds so oi c'n plant a few and keep they'm for moiself, hurr hurr." Sunfroc nodded then burst into mole speech.
"Naow we'm best get to work, afore h'Abbot Taffing or Mother Phirra cums along."
Extract from the writings of Elmint the Recorder.
It is a wonderful sunny day outside, as it always is in the spring. Sunfroc is replanting the flowers in the garden after the Dibbuns trampled them. The only thing that worries me is that there hasn't been much rain and our crops cannot grow without rain. The Abbot should be appointing the season name. Oh, I feel light like a jubilant Dibbun, now, though my tail isn't as bushy as before. I always loved Nameday and there's something Mother Phirra and Abbot Taffin won't let me forget. Sunfroc looks about done now, and she's joining the other young Abbeymaids at the pond. Ooh, those Dibbuns and maids must be lucky to bathe their footpaws in the cool water. Cramped up in this rusted bowl of a gatehouse isn't the funnest way to spend a fine spring day, especially when there's a big feast being prepared for Nameday. Now, should I tell all the Dibbuns about the feast or not?
Elmint was interrupted by the sound of Serieth's voice.
"No! Don't tell the young uns wot we been planning."
"You young 'edgehog, you're as worse as any of them. I yet wonder why the Abbot let you work in the kitchen. Now tell Friar Ethric to converse with your father and brother, the cellarhogs. Maybe your father Sordek didn't want you don't there causing a lot of trouble down in the cellars. You should learn from Synex, your brother."
"Ye don't know that half of it." Serieth grinned and raced off. The Friar's voice could be heard shouting orders in these distance.
"Cunverse with the jolly cellarhogs, got ya. Too bad ya ain't as good as yer pater, Serieth. Purrfle, take that deeper 'n ever pie out of that oven! Can't have you molechaps burning the bally old pie, wot wot?" Elmint chuckled and shook his head.
"Better not eat the feast afore he serves it, eh mate?" The Skipper of Otters trotted in. "You know those hares..."
"Fight like ten an' eat like twenty." They sighed in unison. The Friar's voice sounded again.
"Skipper! Elmint! I don't got these two long ears fer nothing, you blighters! If you don't want me, yer cook, to eat me own fill, better not count on eating any blinkin' vittles yerself!" Putting on an innocent expression, Skipper pulled a long face. The hare started again.
"Don't try ter pull tricks off the High Offisah of the Kitchen and Commander of the Pastry 'n Pie Guard Patrol! For the rest of the day you must address me by my full title, sah! You too, riverdog." Stifling a giggle, Elmint replied.
"Yes, sah!" The High Offisah of the Kitchen and Commander of the Pastry 'n Pie Guard Patrol saluted smartly then went back to shouting orders.
Somewhere far away...
Lystic the squirrelmaid padded along the path. A squirrel warrior trotted down a path perpendicular to hers. Then the pair bumped into each other. Lystic, in her pale lavender dress and the Trephen the squirrel warrior in a silvery blue tunic, almost toppled into a puddle of mud. Lystic stumbled more than Trephen, and he caught her before she hit the mud. Taking off his hat with a pink feather sticking out of it, Trephen bowed. Lystic, known throught the land for her lovely voice, started singing happily.
"Oh warrior bold, oh warrior brave,
Fair little maiden me, did you save,
But maiden me, sweet like a rose,
Only sniffed and stuck up my nose,
'Don't care of me next time,
You're such a disgrace
To one who only dresses
In ribbons and lace'" Trephen recognizing the song, caught on.
"But I draw my sword to protect you anyway,
So fair little maiden please do as I say,
Don't let the wind blow away your petals light,
Please leave the best of your nature for me,
Don't let a branch get in the way of your flight,
Or else I will have to climb up and set you back free
Fly little bird, full of grace
Put a smile upon your face." Lystic continued.
"Oh warrior true, with smile sincere,
I shed for you, a happy tear
Let's make a bargain, and on your part
I'll lend you my tear, if you lend me your heart."
So how do you like? Please review. I am not half as good as Brian Jacques and I never will be but please do not flame me only constructive critisicm. Aye?