A/N: Sorry it took me a two weeks to update.
Chapter 7
Sperr was one of the scouting troop leaders.
He had been traveling for a day with twenty miscellaneous vermin now. He had come across one to five woodlanders every once and awhile, each group having a nice amount of food for the scouts. He was in a very good mood. Eventually he stopped.
"Ragtail, tell everybeast to make camp." Sperr said while he stretched.
"Yes sir" came his reply.
Bluetongue and Gilard were in completely different moods. They had just run into each other's troop.
"Eh you, Bluetongue I think… anyway, what are yer doing around 'ere?" Gilard said.
"Same as ye are, searching."
Gilard stared at him, looking like he was trying to look like he didn't believe.
"Aye, and is there anything to find?" Gilard lifted his hands, and made a chopping motion.
"There's nothin' to find! We're all wastin' our time searching for the Rerthan the "Great!"
Bluetongue cheekily replied, "Why don't ye jus' tell him that, you don't seem to be afraid."
"Huh, why don't ye? What do ye think o' that?" Gilard sneered.
"I think we should jus' continue, instead of arguing over nothin'!"
"That's the first intelligent thing you've said so far."
Bluetongue and Gilard lifted their snouts and went opposite ways with their followers.
Inside Redwall, three Dibbuns were playing the most common Dibbun game.
"O' 'elp me Martin! This mean bweast is 'urting me!"
"You'm evwill villwun! You let goo of that thewe mousymaid!"
The Dibbun playing an evil vermin pulled on the female Dibbun's ear. "Ouch! Gringle, 'at 'urts! Leggo!"
"Yoor noot suppoosed to say me name, little maid, I'll choop yer ear oof fer that!"
"No, pleasey don't! I really like my ear! Please don't 'urt me Gringle!"
"Gwingle, stop pullwing Beckwles ear! Or I'll really pwoke you wif my swowd!"
The Dibbun let go of Beckles ear.
"Ooh wight! Hey, Mr. Frooyer is cooming!"
Nobell came up to them. "Hello there, how would you three like to go berry picking?"
The Dibbuns started jumping up and down. "You mweam, sawbewwies an' backbewwies, an' rasbewwies…"
"Yes, I spotted some wild raspberry bushes, a whole lot of them!"
The trio ran inside to get baskets.
"Wheel see you'm at de gaty, Fria'!"
Snoutface thought he was very lucky, first the pike, then there was three baby mice wandering in the woods with only one other fat mouse. He couldn't believe his luck.
"Deathclaw, Jurngo, Cringefoot, get those mice - but do it quietly, I don't want any creature to hear you or them. And don't hurt them either, Rerthan will want them alive and well."
Silently three figures crept behind the Dibbuns and the friar, and silently they were carried off.
A/N: Please review! Also, extra long chapter next!