Hey everyone! Just a heads up, IT SAYS THERE IN THE BOOK MARTIN HAS NO KIDS!
Yeah, so have FUN! Also includes foreshadowing. Hopefully it's not too obvious
Blackstone Fortress
By Olivia Edson
"I can't draw!" exclaimed Wheezy. "It's no use!" Wheezy had been the runt of a large litter of hares, a beast who couldn't stop coughing and hacking, even to eat! She'd gotten over it, but was small and sickly and had to take it easy, or how her parents put it, "slow down and enjoy the beauties of the world." And that was why instead of romping around on this beautiful day like the rest of her siblings, she was resting in a glade, being taught how to draw by her older brother, Zephyr. She was trying to draw the late rose blooming at her side.
Suddenly, the ground shifted and Wheezy fell into a hole. Some creature grabbed her. Wheezy tried to scream, but started to choke on the dust and dirt. She was pulled out by her brother, but caught a glimpse of her attacker. 'Strange,' Wheezy thought. It was not a mole, as she'd first thought. It was a young female mouse.
~0o0~
Wheezy awoke surrounded by concerned faces and worried looks. She was used to this by now. She looked for Zephyr, but he was not present. "Where's...Zephyr?" she croaked, surprised by her own voice. The room breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"He's in the next room over, dear. Should I?" Her mother looked questioningly at her husband, and he nods curtly. Wheezy's mother leaves the room and returns with Zephyr.
"Zephyr!" exclaimed Wheezy. "Did you find the mouse?"
Zephyr gave her a strange look. "You mean mole?" he asked. "I figured he or she would have figured out they were in the wrong spot and left by now."
"No!" Wheezy struggled to free herself from the cocoon of blankets. "There was a mouse! It… She..." Wheezy finally fell out of bed. She poped back up still talking. "We need to go help her!"
"Wheezy! Calm down! If it makes you feel better, I'll ask Zule to take a look at the rubble sight. Just wait until Dr. Fleetwood takes a look at you," said her father running his paws through graying hair. After that, Wheezy's mother shooed everyone out so Wheezy could rest. Wheezy wearily laid her head on the pillow and quickly fell asleep.
~0o0~
The mouse awoke with a pounding ache in her head, like she'd been beaten with a sledge hammer. Had she? Why… What... How… All these questions circled around her head like bubbles. The thoughts popped as she heard scraping like someone digging. Then she saw blinding light, the face of a mole, and before she passed out again, she could hear a gruff voice saying, "Yurr, missy, wot bee's you'm doin' daown thurr?"
~0o0~
She woke again gradually, with a buzzing in the front of her head. She swatted at it, only to hit herself in the front of the forehead.
"Ouch!" said she.
"Hold the maid still now!" said a motherly voice. The mouse was instantly soothed. Then a disgusting broth was poured down her throat. She came fully awake spluttering and gasping.
"Hold her; don't let her escape!" said the hare with the motherly voice. The two hares that had been holding the mouse loped after her at a leisurely pace. After all, only the hares could navigate the twist and turns of the warren.
~0o0~
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