Dear Diary, Today, I woke up as a mouse. A mouse kid. In Medieval Land. As much as I want to go crazy over the impossibility of all this, I think I can handle it, so long as my life doesn't turn into some sort of musical. Then all bets are off.

A story about friends from foreign lands, chasing the horde of an evil lynx known as Dregg Ironclaw. But, when the wildcat lays his amber eyes on Redwall, will our heros be able to help the abbey to repel the dark army? R&R