Froster stares across the table at Fro who was slouched down staring
at the water and muttering. At this moment Goldstripe walked in carrying a
tray of scones. She Looks over at Fro and then to Froster she says, "What
is that ferret's problem? Why is he babbling on like that?"
"I don't know just yet but I intend to find out." Froster replied. With that said Froster walks around the table and cuffs Fro between the ears. In response Fro apparently comes to his senses ,and he turns his head to look at Froster. "I suppose you'd like to know why that water's pink wouldn't you." Froster nods his head. Fro leans back and sighs "Well it means you are all going to die," at this Goldstripe looks dismayed and Froster grabs Fro, "What do you mean we're going to die vermin."
"If you would let go of me I will explain it further," to Froster specifically, ''"in small words. The pink water means that Gimmal powder is in your water." Froster asks, "What is gimmal powder?" Fro glares at him, "No questions till I'm done. Gimmal powder is an odorless tasteless powder. That when mixed with water and drank causes stomachaches and eventually the victim falls into a coma and dies. This will all happen in two seasons time not very fast but effective nonetheless. And before you ask there is an antidote pileousweed I have a little in my bags but not enough for everybody. And I doubt we can get more so as I said before we are all going to die." Finished Fro laid his head on the table and started muttering again.
Goldstripe started to shake uncontrollably, "No, not the Dibbuns! Anything but the Dibbuns! We must get more of that pile-us weed, now!" The finished the last sentence by slamming her paw onto the table next to Fro's head. This seemed to rattle him, but he still only muttered about death. Froster tried to calm the overly protective badger.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure that Fro knows where we can get some more, right!" Fro just slid his head back and forth on the table. "I'll take that as a 'yes' ferret. We will get that weed to fix everybeast in the Abbey. I think that he might be the unlikely friend that I have to team up with anyhow." As he finished that, Abbot Zane walked into the room and stared at the ferret sitting at the table. Fro, still muttering about impending death, saw the squirrel and sat bolt upright. "We are all going to die!" Then was put down by Froster, who gave him a swift cuff between the ears.
"Oh my. What did he mean by that?" He asked, his brush twitching from anxiety. Froster looked from the Abbot to the bowl of pink water to the ferret lying on the table and back at the Abbot.
"'Tis a long story Abbot, but to cut it short, we have a problem with our water supply. It seems there is a poisonous powder in the water that will kill us all in about two seasons. Hey, you insulted me ferret. I just now caught on because I was worrying about the Abbey's safety. Other vermin have died for less, and I wouldn't mind having that sword o' yours."
Fro lifts his head up again and stares at Froster "Who cares we're all going to die." This set off Goldstripe who picked up Fro and the chair he was tied to and slammed him against the wall. She brought her eyes level to his which wasn't hard since he was pinned to the wall by her paw she yelled at his face, "tell us where we can find enough pile-us weed to cure everybeast." Fro just stared at her. She slammed him against the wall again with enough force to break his chair which fell to the ground in pieces. "NOW VERMIN TELL ME!!!" Fro's head lolls forward unconscious. Goldstripe dropped his body and sat down sobbing. Froster looks around the room at Zane comforting Goldstripe at the unconscious Fro and all the abbey beasts at the door. His only thoughts were: O Martin help us, how much did they see? Before he asked, Zane ushered them out so Froster could sort things out.
"I hope they didn't hear all of that, especially Friar Bumble. That mouse can't keep his lip buttoned when it should!"
"I don't know just yet but I intend to find out." Froster replied. With that said Froster walks around the table and cuffs Fro between the ears. In response Fro apparently comes to his senses ,and he turns his head to look at Froster. "I suppose you'd like to know why that water's pink wouldn't you." Froster nods his head. Fro leans back and sighs "Well it means you are all going to die," at this Goldstripe looks dismayed and Froster grabs Fro, "What do you mean we're going to die vermin."
"If you would let go of me I will explain it further," to Froster specifically, ''"in small words. The pink water means that Gimmal powder is in your water." Froster asks, "What is gimmal powder?" Fro glares at him, "No questions till I'm done. Gimmal powder is an odorless tasteless powder. That when mixed with water and drank causes stomachaches and eventually the victim falls into a coma and dies. This will all happen in two seasons time not very fast but effective nonetheless. And before you ask there is an antidote pileousweed I have a little in my bags but not enough for everybody. And I doubt we can get more so as I said before we are all going to die." Finished Fro laid his head on the table and started muttering again.
Goldstripe started to shake uncontrollably, "No, not the Dibbuns! Anything but the Dibbuns! We must get more of that pile-us weed, now!" The finished the last sentence by slamming her paw onto the table next to Fro's head. This seemed to rattle him, but he still only muttered about death. Froster tried to calm the overly protective badger.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure that Fro knows where we can get some more, right!" Fro just slid his head back and forth on the table. "I'll take that as a 'yes' ferret. We will get that weed to fix everybeast in the Abbey. I think that he might be the unlikely friend that I have to team up with anyhow." As he finished that, Abbot Zane walked into the room and stared at the ferret sitting at the table. Fro, still muttering about impending death, saw the squirrel and sat bolt upright. "We are all going to die!" Then was put down by Froster, who gave him a swift cuff between the ears.
"Oh my. What did he mean by that?" He asked, his brush twitching from anxiety. Froster looked from the Abbot to the bowl of pink water to the ferret lying on the table and back at the Abbot.
"'Tis a long story Abbot, but to cut it short, we have a problem with our water supply. It seems there is a poisonous powder in the water that will kill us all in about two seasons. Hey, you insulted me ferret. I just now caught on because I was worrying about the Abbey's safety. Other vermin have died for less, and I wouldn't mind having that sword o' yours."
Fro lifts his head up again and stares at Froster "Who cares we're all going to die." This set off Goldstripe who picked up Fro and the chair he was tied to and slammed him against the wall. She brought her eyes level to his which wasn't hard since he was pinned to the wall by her paw she yelled at his face, "tell us where we can find enough pile-us weed to cure everybeast." Fro just stared at her. She slammed him against the wall again with enough force to break his chair which fell to the ground in pieces. "NOW VERMIN TELL ME!!!" Fro's head lolls forward unconscious. Goldstripe dropped his body and sat down sobbing. Froster looks around the room at Zane comforting Goldstripe at the unconscious Fro and all the abbey beasts at the door. His only thoughts were: O Martin help us, how much did they see? Before he asked, Zane ushered them out so Froster could sort things out.
"I hope they didn't hear all of that, especially Friar Bumble. That mouse can't keep his lip buttoned when it should!"