The Coming of Evil
The
Timber Wolf thief Darkpaw and her mate Blacktooth were making their way through
Mossflower Woods as silently as a gentle breeze. "Shut yer trap, of course
there'll be gentlebeasts to rob in this woods!
It was
just as Darkpaw said this that Redwall abbey came into view. Darkpaw smiled
craftily before whispering in Blacktooth's ear "See what'd I tell you? Now shut
yer gab before they hear us. We'll sneak in once they're all asleep. Now shut
yer gab before they hear us. We'll sneak in once they're all asleep."
Inside
Redwall abbey Abbes Song was just about to make a speech to all who were
gathered.
"Welcome
guests and Redwallers! I thank you all for helping with the work on our gate
and I invite anyone who wishes to stay here for the night to do so. Our cook
and infirmary keeper Sister Sloey has made a gigantic blackberry &
meadowcream flan for our main course. Oh all right, I'm not going to waste
anymore of your time, let the feast begin!"
The
Redwallers ate with a will. Of course, no one could blame them because of the
taste of Redwall food. Probably the person who scoffed the most was a certain
hare by the name of Florian.
"Mumsh!
Glupsh! Try some of this custard pudding it's jolly well one of the best things
I've ever tasted! Oh, too late Wot, Wot. I've eaten it all! Oh and I hope
there's more of that Elderberry whine I can't get enough of that! Say there
chap! Florian nudged a nearby mole. "Steady on now, I'd like some of that flan
too ya know!
"Hurr
yiss, 'n thur'd probably be sum more if'n you haddn't scurf'd so much l'ready!
"Well
there's no need to make a chap sound like some gluttons swine now is there Wot,
Wot?