Chapter Two: Rude Awakenings and Evil Sisters
Riddum lay in his snug bed in his snug little cottage by the Abbey pond. He was tired and exhausted after carrying Emiley all the way to the dormitories in the abbey. He lay there thinking of how nice it would be to be the warrior of Redwall. He knew he never would be, because it seemed only mice were ever the great and mighty warriors. Also, he had no relation to the current warrior, Calvin. He thought of many ways how he could become the great warrior, but he drifted off to sleep before he could decide.
"Riddum. Riiiiiiddum. Oh, jeez, Riddum, will you wake up already?" Emiley was standing by Riddum's bed furiously trying to wake him. He stirred slightly, then rolled over. "Riddum! Wake up!" She shook him momentarily until he woke.
"Hmmm.?" Riddum got up and yawned loudly. "What do you want, Emiley? It's too early." Riddum fell back down into his bed.
"Oh, Riddum! It's not that early, sleepy head! Come on! Get up now! It's almost noon! Please get up!" The otter sprang up at the sound of noon.
"Cripe, Emiley! How could you let me sleep that late?"
"Hey! You're the one who's been lying around not wanting to get up! I was standing here shaking you for at least two hours!"
"Get real, fluff tail! I would never have slept that long with someone prodding at me!" the young otter argued with his friend.
"OK, maybe it was only one hour." Riddum gave the hare a disbelieving look. "OK, it was only for about five minutes. Happy now? You better be, 'cause we gots work ta do! Now hurry up, and get dressed!" The young otter slipped put of bed, and gave Emiley a cheeky salute. "Don't you mock me, mister!"
"Aye-aye, sir, I mean ma'am."
"You better get going, or you'll miss lunch!" Riddum ran off into the closet to change out of his nightshirt, and into his green habit. "Otters. I'll never understand 'em," Emiley said with a sigh.
In the lawn of the Abbey, woodlanders were settling down for a nice peaceful lunch, that was, until Quince decided to ruin it.
"All you give me your food! This is a stick-up! Everybody, now!" Quince the otter was playing a joke on the creatures of Redwall again. Nobody moved a finger. "Now!" she ordered.
"Why should they, Quince?"
" 'Cause I said so, Riddum." This was the usual routine for Sunday lunches. Quince would come in, trying to steal everyone's any way possible, and then Riddum would come in to save the day.
"Come and get, ya sad excuse for a otter!" The two otters ran at each other with little sticks to use as swords.
"You got me last week, Riddum, but this week belongs to me!" the young otter, slightly older than Riddum, said. The two young otters battled as if their lives depended on it. "You're mine, now, Bro!" Quince said as she pinned Riddum to the round with her stick at his neck.
"Gag! Gerroff! Er oking e! Gerroff! I an't eathe! Arhg!" With his last bit of strength the young male otter pushed him crazy sister of his throat. Quince lay on the ground rubber her head. She had this dangerous look that shone in her eye. Everyone was staring at Riddum, who had collapsed on the ground from lack of breath. He was breathing hard. Everyone crowded around him.
"Give the boy some room!" the Abbess shouted from the back of the crowd. The animals backed away. "Get ma a stretcher!" Two mice carrying a large stretcher came to the scene. "Lift him carefully! There we go." The otter was carried towards the abbey. He opened his eyes to see his sister's face full of hatred and evil. That was all he saw before blacking out again.
His dreams were not so peaceful. He dreamt of his sister trying to kill him. That's when the idea came to him. He could kill his sister if she went berserk to become a warrior. Then he thought to himself, What am I thinking? I can't kill my sister! Then he lost that thought, and went back to Dreamland.
Riddum lay in his snug bed in his snug little cottage by the Abbey pond. He was tired and exhausted after carrying Emiley all the way to the dormitories in the abbey. He lay there thinking of how nice it would be to be the warrior of Redwall. He knew he never would be, because it seemed only mice were ever the great and mighty warriors. Also, he had no relation to the current warrior, Calvin. He thought of many ways how he could become the great warrior, but he drifted off to sleep before he could decide.
"Riddum. Riiiiiiddum. Oh, jeez, Riddum, will you wake up already?" Emiley was standing by Riddum's bed furiously trying to wake him. He stirred slightly, then rolled over. "Riddum! Wake up!" She shook him momentarily until he woke.
"Hmmm.?" Riddum got up and yawned loudly. "What do you want, Emiley? It's too early." Riddum fell back down into his bed.
"Oh, Riddum! It's not that early, sleepy head! Come on! Get up now! It's almost noon! Please get up!" The otter sprang up at the sound of noon.
"Cripe, Emiley! How could you let me sleep that late?"
"Hey! You're the one who's been lying around not wanting to get up! I was standing here shaking you for at least two hours!"
"Get real, fluff tail! I would never have slept that long with someone prodding at me!" the young otter argued with his friend.
"OK, maybe it was only one hour." Riddum gave the hare a disbelieving look. "OK, it was only for about five minutes. Happy now? You better be, 'cause we gots work ta do! Now hurry up, and get dressed!" The young otter slipped put of bed, and gave Emiley a cheeky salute. "Don't you mock me, mister!"
"Aye-aye, sir, I mean ma'am."
"You better get going, or you'll miss lunch!" Riddum ran off into the closet to change out of his nightshirt, and into his green habit. "Otters. I'll never understand 'em," Emiley said with a sigh.
In the lawn of the Abbey, woodlanders were settling down for a nice peaceful lunch, that was, until Quince decided to ruin it.
"All you give me your food! This is a stick-up! Everybody, now!" Quince the otter was playing a joke on the creatures of Redwall again. Nobody moved a finger. "Now!" she ordered.
"Why should they, Quince?"
" 'Cause I said so, Riddum." This was the usual routine for Sunday lunches. Quince would come in, trying to steal everyone's any way possible, and then Riddum would come in to save the day.
"Come and get, ya sad excuse for a otter!" The two otters ran at each other with little sticks to use as swords.
"You got me last week, Riddum, but this week belongs to me!" the young otter, slightly older than Riddum, said. The two young otters battled as if their lives depended on it. "You're mine, now, Bro!" Quince said as she pinned Riddum to the round with her stick at his neck.
"Gag! Gerroff! Er oking e! Gerroff! I an't eathe! Arhg!" With his last bit of strength the young male otter pushed him crazy sister of his throat. Quince lay on the ground rubber her head. She had this dangerous look that shone in her eye. Everyone was staring at Riddum, who had collapsed on the ground from lack of breath. He was breathing hard. Everyone crowded around him.
"Give the boy some room!" the Abbess shouted from the back of the crowd. The animals backed away. "Get ma a stretcher!" Two mice carrying a large stretcher came to the scene. "Lift him carefully! There we go." The otter was carried towards the abbey. He opened his eyes to see his sister's face full of hatred and evil. That was all he saw before blacking out again.
His dreams were not so peaceful. He dreamt of his sister trying to kill him. That's when the idea came to him. He could kill his sister if she went berserk to become a warrior. Then he thought to himself, What am I thinking? I can't kill my sister! Then he lost that thought, and went back to Dreamland.