This isn't supposed to be updated anytime soon, at least not until I finish Prickle the Hedgehog.
Prologue
The venerable mouse prepared to tell his story to the other adults at Redwall Abbey. He coughed and got off his chair, walking in front of the small crowd. He lifted up his paper.
"I will now tell you of a poor beast that once resided within our abbey, Hem, hem.
Badger mother fills with fright
At the newborn otter's plight
With his face all filled with hate
Most had pity of his fate
Half his mouth twisted about
The poor pup would tweak his snout
And wonder what was wrong with him
As he grew up,
His thoughts grew up
Somehow he hated water
The older he got, the higher, the higher,
The higher he would climb,
The farther he would drift away from father abbot's time
And the harder they would keep him down
The higher his ascent
'Till he came down for revenge on those who fear him
Now I will tell you his story,
The sad fate of Furl the Ugly