A/N:This is a story I thought of for a long time and I'm finally going to write it.I'm writing this because in the book "Redwall", there was a beaver and there has never been another one since then, so this is his story, which is most likley inacurate. I don't own Redwall or any of it's characters, also I don't have a statue of the wiggles but who does?(Please tell me via review!) I do own Dylan the beaver and Nada the squirel.
It was another glourious day in Redwall, but that was lost to Dylan. Dyaln was a Beaver(and still is but you can tell this is past tense)and not only was he just about the only one in the world of his species, he was a goth. He thought that just about everything was teriblle and that was on a good day (I can't think of what he would do on a bad day so I'll leave it at that)He just looked like a beaver in a tunic. Now that you have that image in your head, imagen him with alot of black makeup on, then you have Dylan the beaver.
"Stupid sun (oh before I forget this is a parodox so everyone I think of can and will be there)It's so hot go down,"he said in a whiney tone.
"Cheer up already, you'll bring the abbey down if you don't cheer up,"said Nada. She was a cute littel girl with bright red clothes. You might say she was preppy, which if you do you're right.
"If the abbey fell down then Constance would die and she wouldn't be able to take advantage of me and force me to build ballistas,"Dylan said.
A/N:That is my first chapter, like it or not I can't change your opinion. I think you will enjoy it for nobody else has writen about the beaver.
So for now
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