Disclaimer: Like the last entry, only the underlined words are mine. The entry itself is not mine.


As you walk into the dining hall in Redwall Abbey, the preparations for tonight's Nameday are underway. Sister Jonett is directing the dibbuns in spitting on the long tables. Their laughter fills the air as the pebbles float from their drinks. In the corner of the room, Foremole is directing his crew to set up a platform for the tavern keepers. You thread your way through the tables towards the short stairs leading to the bedroom.

A wall of scent envelopes you as you enter the room. Steam rises from the pots sitting on the stove. A fresh-baked cheese tart is being pulled from the oven by the lead infirmary keeper, a portly fox named Brother Bartholomeus. He sees you donning your apron over your tunic and beckons you over.

"I need you to chop the vegetables for roasting," he says. "There are salad, cheese, fish, cake, and shrimp 'n' hotroot soup."

You jump and grab them. You had wanted to help decorate the biscuits that are going to be tonight's centerpiece.

Brother Bartholomeus starts to assemble the biscuits. It is seventeen tiers of carrot biscuit with a whipped frosting made of deeper'n'ever pie and roast robin. There are chopped walnuts to fall along the sides.

You stop watching and go back to your chopping. When you are finishing up, Brother Bartholomeus comes over and asks for your help with the biscuits. Ouch! Your dream of becoming cook is on its way to becoming true!