Author's note: To tell you the truth, this is losing it's excitement. I often spend many hours worrying about getting my next chapter in within two weeks(something I have reoluted myself to do). I know, many people say that I don't have to do that. But, I just get so many other people rushing into the reviews and saying 'Wow, this is great! I hope the next chapter is up soon!"It's sort of a motivation, if you know what I mean. I never expected to hit the 100 review mark by the time my story ended, mainly because this is my first fic(If you don't count my rough draft). Oh, well. If you think the story is getting boring and repetitive,(Which I personally think is happening), just write it in the reviews.
And btw, for those of you wanting to email me, my e-mail address is chickenofjustice at gmail com.
Chapter 21
"Come on now, you slow creatures! Don't let the seasons catch up to you, slowpokes! When you reach the village, the leaves might be falling!" Sorin called back at Luke, Martin, Rose, and Felldoh. Felldoh sowled at the loud flying squirrel.
"I don't like his type…" He murmered to Martin.
"I mean, sheesh, I could beat him in race any day."
Martin smiled, "Well, why don't you prove it?"
Felldoh paused.
"Hmm? Oh, I see what you're saying… Hey, Sorin! Get back here!"
Sorin turned around and beamed at him. It seemed almost mockingly cheerful. Felldoh did his best to ignore it.
"Hey, umm…" he began. Sorin tapped his footpaw.
"Hmm, slow in footpaw, and in tongue! This might mean something…" He said mystically. Felldoh gritted his teeth in rage, red in the face.
"I wanted to know," he said calmly, "If you'd like to race me."
Sorin put a paw to his mouth and laughed aloud.
"HeeHeeHahahoohoohoo! That's a good one, Falldoh! Race me! Hahahaha!"
"It's… FELLDOH!" Felldoh roared angrily.
"Ah, whatever." He flipped his paw at him.
"No, I'm serious."
"About your name?"
"No! About the race!"
"What race?"
"The race I was planning!"
"That race?"
"Yes, that race!"
Sorin shrugged, "I dunno. Seems pretty pointless to me."
Felldoh glared at him.
"First to the village wins it. Fair enough?"
Sorin nodded.
"Alright, on three…"
"One…"
"THREE!" Sorin said mischievously, lurching from his kneel and soaring off like a bullet. Felldoh smiled, steadied his legs, and ran after him, leaving Martin, Rose, and Luke in their dust. Luke smiled at them.
"Hmm… They're both very fast. I wonder who will win?"
Martin shrugged.
"Hello." A toneless voice said from behind them.
"Hello, Sauvin." Rose said without looking, though smiling in a direction he couldn't see.
"Why are those two creatures jogging down the path like that?" He asked, seemingly confused. Martin smiled at him.
"They're racing to the village."
Sauvin nodded.
"Shall I follow?" He asked, giving the smallest hint of a smile.
Martin shrugged. "Go ahead. They're long gone by now, though."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that. " He almost fully smiled.
Then, like a black blur, Sauvin leapt away from them, legs spinning madly. He gained on the pair ahead quickly, though Felldoh and Sorin didn't notice. They were ahead, discussing matters of their own.
"So, feel any pain in your legs yet, buster?" Sorin asked.
"Not at all, Mrs. Borin."
Sorin laughed.
"You are a funny squirrel. Too bad you not as fast or funny as me! Yaahaa!" He said, gave on a great burst of speed and pulling out far ahead of Felldoh. He was far short of the black blur that surpassed him in a matter of seconds. Sorin glanced back at Felldoh, raising an eyebrow. Felldoh gave a slight shrug, still intent on making it past Sorin. He smiled as he saw the village very close now. Inhaling deeply, he slammed on his footpaws fast enough to inch ahead of Sorin and leap into the village, slamming his body against the ground in the process. He got up, panting heavily , and turned to his stunned opponent.
"Ha!" He gasped. Sorin gawped at him.
"You…"
"Lost." A voice said, smirking at them. Felldoh whirled around and saw Sauvin, leaning casually on the house behind him.
"I started later than you, and yet you failed to beat me. Quite funny, is it not?"
Felldoh gnashed his teeth together in fury.
"Wha!" He grunted.
Sauvin patted him on the back.
"Don't worry about it, friend. There are many more races to be los- raced!" Sauvin corrected himself. Felldoh let a paw fly at him.
"Aaargh!"
Sauvin leapt back instinctively, and continued bugging him.
It was not long before the mice came strolling through, accompanied by Pallum and Dinny, who joined with Martin's band shortly after Sauvin had began racing.
"So, how'd it go?" Pallum asked Felldoh mockingly.
Felldoh glared at him, frowning, but slowly increased to a smile.
"Ah, so ye won… However! This was a race between Sorin and me. I won the race, fair and square!"
Sorin shrugged, "Aye, so ye did, so ye did…"
Felldoh smiled.
"Well, that settles it! I'm faster than you."
Rose patted Felldoh on the back. "Now, really, Felldoh, what did you accomplish today?"
"I succeeded in shutting up that loud-mouth falling squirrel."
Sorin glared angrily at him.
"Falling? Sheesh, ye little tunic-button, It's 'Flying'!"
Felldoh raised an eyebrow. "Tunic-button? I-I've never been so insulted before in my life!" He whimpered mockingly.
"Yeah, well, it was on the spot. You couldn't have done any better!"
Felldoh shrugged.
"Well, let's say we call a truce…" He offered his paw out to Sorin. Sorin shrugged and put out his paw.
"Ah, well. It's a truce then, Mr. Filibuster Chops."
Felldoh glared at him in surprise.
"Filibuster… Chops? Ah, come back here you little…-"
Martin stared at them in awe.
"Didn't they just call a truce?"
Rose smiled and answered.
"Well, yes, but now the name-calling is playful."
"I agree, but don't tell Tibble and Tubble that. They'll use it as an excuse to to let their tongues fly."
Author's note: Yup, I decided to remind readers of Tibble and Tubble, since we haven't seen them for about 10 chapers. I came up with them at a friends house. I originally wanted the 'Main Dibbun(s)' to be called 'Nibbles', but my friend didn't think it sounded…correct. He then came up with some other ideas, but I thought twin mice would be more interesting than one. All of the confusion and stuff would get on the other mices nerves.