On the magnificent red walls that surrounded the beautiful abbey of Redwall, a squirrel sat on the walls edge, nursing on a bottle of October ale. The squirrel sported a leather jerkin and a large straw hat that was a little too big for his head. As he stared off into the beautiful woodlands, he let out a loud belch and took a large swig from the bottle. Smiling to himself drunkenly he stumbled off, giggling to himself as he looked at the half empty bottle.
" Hehehe! I sure hope that ole Dumwin doesn't get his man skirt in a knot for stealin' a swig o this! Hehehehe- BRRAAAAP!" There was a loud ahem behind him and he turned around to see the chubby and none too happy Cellarmouse Dumwin behind him, grimacing at him angrily. Dumwin was a plump mouse, who wasn't the happiest of creatures. Especially when some beast pilfers one of his wine bottles.
" Now let me tell you, first of all, you drunken squirrel, that this" he tugged at his habit with both of chubby paws, " is a habit."
The squirrel simply giggled, wiping a drool from the corner of his mouth.
" Habit, man skirt, whatever Dummy Dumwin!" the squirrel laughed at his little joke, which only made the fat mouse's temper simmer.
" Bushbranch Treeleaper! One of these days you'll get so damned drunk that you'll fall of the ramparts!"
The steaming mouse shook his paw angrily at Treeleaper, tossing one last insult at the intoxicated squirrel before scuttling back down to the abbey grounds and into Cavern hole. Bushbranch Treeleaper was a happy, cheerful squirrel who was trusted by all of the redwallers, except for Cellarmouse Dumwin, because, as all of the redwallers new, he was a serious alcoholic. The squirrel stared at spot where the mouse had just been, smiling to himself as he thought how funny the mouse looks when he's angry. The squirrel was just about to retire to the guard house and have a laugh with whoever was on duty when he heard a yell from outside. Leaning over the ramparts he spotted an otter, a weasel slung over his shoulder. The squirrel smiled at the two, his eyes drooping as he felt himself start to pass out. He tried to keep his eyes open and call out to the two, but all the came out was complete gibberish. The otter simply cocked his head and yelled back, but Bushbranch didn't hear at all what the otter said, the beasts voice simply warped into random yells from all the alcohol he had been drinking, and giving a moan he felt his eyes close and his grip on reality was completely lost and he toppled over the edge. His drunken daze was lost in the shock of the cold air rushing past him, and the next moment he felt two burly arms hugging him and he looked up to see an otter with a huge scar across his cheek, his face looked concerned for him. For a moment they stared into each others eyes, then the two were brought back into reality by the Cellarmouse yelling down at them.
" You two alright!" The mouse shook his head in disbelief, " By the fur you lucky to be alive!"
After Bushbranch's little scare, Redwallers scurried out of their little dormitories to see the new visitor and what the dibbuns called was the otters prisoner. The dibbuns watched the unconscious vermin taken away on stretchers to the infirmary. They immediately questioned Bardwin about the weasel and his where abouts.
" Wur yum goffen yonder weezeler zurr?" A small mole maid asked the otter.
" Ya! Where you a ge da weasely?" A chattery and tiny squirrel squeaked, scurrying onto the otters shoulder, eyeing him with large amber eyes.
The otter was completely overwhelmed by the dibbuns who clamored all over him. Squirrels scurried onto his head and shoulders, mice latched onto his legs and arms, moles and otter tugged on his rudder, all of them bombarding him with questions. The otter tried to answer, but his answers were droned out by the dibbuns constant questions, until he was finally rescued by several maids, who herded the dibbuns away and into the orchard.
Bardwin was taken into the abbots study, sitting in a massive chair that was extremely soft and plushy. It was extremely awkward for the otter, having several mice and a large badger staring him in the face. One of the mice was sitting in an even large chair in a desk on the opposite side of him. The mouse looked old and wise, with grey fur and large glasses. Fixing the glasses on his snout, he addressed the him.
" Hello friend, I'm Abbot Tomasus. And this," the mouse nodded to the large muscular badger at his side, " is Rathpaw."
The badger nodded to him, and Bardwin nodded back. The mouse muffled a cough with his paw and continued.
" Now, tell us everything that happened, and tell us about that weasel."
WELL, IF ANYONE IS EVEN READING THIS, I'M STILL CONTINUING IT. SO FOLLOW ME ON THIS ONE!