"Get out of here, ye wicked, fat glutton!" came the shout of the plump mouse cook. A portly hare scurried out of the kitchen, rubbing the back of his head.
"I say, bad form, sah," he said, "Callin' a feller fat, then knocking him across the blinkin' noggin, wot wot!" He continued muttering about how he just wanted a snack and an assortment of other things.
As soon as he exited to the Abbey lawn, however, he was forced to stop because a young group of Dibbuns practically knocked him over. They were all chanting in unison, "Tell us's a story; tell us's a story!"
"Alright," he sighed after having enough of them pulling on his habit and dancing around him. "You villains think that you're a bunch of troublemakin' devils, eh, wot?" When they all looked at each other, grinned, and nodded, he just chuckled. "Then I happen te have a blinkin' good story te tell you chaps!"
A young squirrel babe, the obvious leader, spoke up, shaking his head, "Thewe can't a be any worser heatanens than us's."
They all nodded and a mole babe wrinkled his snout and added, "Burr hurr, that'm bes roight, wes bee terrors!" He raised his digging claws and wiggled them about, making ghost noises. All the Dibbuns laughed.
"I believe you, you're a right, blinkin' group of terrors, wot," the old hare said, slowly sitting on a beech log, "but the story I'm gonna tell you has beasts ten blinkin' times worse than you! I should know. I just happened to help the chap 'n' chapess out at times." As the Dibbuns gathered close to hear the story on that late spring day, he began...
"I say, bad form, sah," he said, "Callin' a feller fat, then knocking him across the blinkin' noggin, wot wot!" He continued muttering about how he just wanted a snack and an assortment of other things.
As soon as he exited to the Abbey lawn, however, he was forced to stop because a young group of Dibbuns practically knocked him over. They were all chanting in unison, "Tell us's a story; tell us's a story!"
"Alright," he sighed after having enough of them pulling on his habit and dancing around him. "You villains think that you're a bunch of troublemakin' devils, eh, wot?" When they all looked at each other, grinned, and nodded, he just chuckled. "Then I happen te have a blinkin' good story te tell you chaps!"
A young squirrel babe, the obvious leader, spoke up, shaking his head, "Thewe can't a be any worser heatanens than us's."
They all nodded and a mole babe wrinkled his snout and added, "Burr hurr, that'm bes roight, wes bee terrors!" He raised his digging claws and wiggled them about, making ghost noises. All the Dibbuns laughed.
"I believe you, you're a right, blinkin' group of terrors, wot," the old hare said, slowly sitting on a beech log, "but the story I'm gonna tell you has beasts ten blinkin' times worse than you! I should know. I just happened to help the chap 'n' chapess out at times." As the Dibbuns gathered close to hear the story on that late spring day, he began...
