There's this little plotbunny squealing at me to write a rather...different...Redwall story.
Here's the first chapterette, not much oddness in it yet.
Disclaimer: Brian Jaques is British, and if I were British, I probably wouldn't be writing this. (for reasons you may see later ;))
Dwaest
Extract from the writings of Bern, Recorder-In-Training Mouse of Redwall Abbey A stream of smoke is twisting its way into the darkening blue sky over Mossflower. There, is that how you do it? I'm not a very good recorder. We're preparing the feast for this summer's nameday. It wont be quite as grand as it has been in the past because the orchards and gardens haven't yet recovered from that big fire last year. (or Mrs. Churchmouse over her loss of her best hat, Holber adds) At least it didn't reach the buildings, but we have to keep going deeper into the forest to look for enough food to sustain us all. Some old folk believe that we'll eventually starve. (Now Holber's grumbling that he isn't old.) (And now he's grumbling that I shouldn't write everything he says.) And then there's rumours of trouble that would drive us to once again pick up a sword. (Holber says I'm putting too much opinion and too little detail in this entry.) I may as well quit anyway, they might need help getting the food ready. (No Bern, they don't need another beast to 'accidentally fall in' half of the cakes and eat their way out, he says. Huh, says me. Can't old folk ever forget things like that? I was a dibbun...) "There, Holber." The young mouse slid out of the chair and ran out of the dusty gatehouse where a squirrel dibbun joined him. "Bern! Bern Bern Bern!" The squirrell poked him. "Bern Bern! Bern!!!" "What?" "They're going to have contests at the feast!" "Yes..." "And one of them is a singing contest!" "Oh no..." "Please Bern? They'll love our duo about the vain fish!" Bern groaned. "No, Lonith. I'd rather eat dirt." "Pleeeeease?" Bern rolled his eyes skyward. "Its getting dark. Race you to Great Hall!" The sun dipped down into the clouds and illuminated the west wall of Redwall. And four pairs of eyes spotted that shining wall from afar.