"Raahhhh!!! I'm a badger!!" Shouted Lord Brocktree.

He stood there in silence for a while as he waited for a reaction, but the forest was quiet and still.

After a while he drew his sword and started swinging it around widely "Raahhhh!!! I'm a badger!! A badger with a sword!!!"

He stopped and stood once again in complete silence.

"Where the badger is everyone?" He muttered to himself.

A bird started to sing in a tree "Uptown bird! She's been living in her uptown world!"

Lord Brocktree followed the bird's song and he climbed the tree until he saw the bird.

"Ahem," He cleared his throat "Mr Bird!"

The bird turned around and puffed his black and white chest out "I'll think you'll find fella that I am a Magpie, not just any bird!"

Lord Brocktree waved him away "Yes, yes. Tell me Mr Magpie , do you know where the other animals are?"

"Why aye man!" The magpie exclaimed in a thick accent "They've just gone doon to the animal party, haven't they?!"

"Oh, I see," Lord Brocktree said "Do you know where the party is by any chance?"

The magpie nodded furiously "Oh yeah man, I was just gonna head doon there now. There all across the road," He pointed.

"Oh good, thank you kind Magpie," Lord Brocktree smiled and he climbed down the tree.

He skipped through the dead leaves on the forest floor towards the party. After a while he reached the road. He patted it with his paw.

"How very hard and hot," He observed "Ah well, who am I to question the humans' inventions?! They're so carefree and naïve,"

He walked across the road briskly towards the other side of the forest but suddenly he heard a large noise. He looked and saw a large red, wheeled beast coming at him (A car basically), he dodged the car swiftly and landed on his feet.

He put his hands on his hips and laughed "Haha! Foolish beast can't handle m-"

But he wasn't able to finish because another car quickly ran over him. Once again humankind won over nature! Don't worry people; Lord Brocktree wasn't missing out on much. Barry the Otter had got sick on ale and puked on every guest, so maybe death was the best thing for old Brockie!

Tis the end