Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall, blah blah blah, and all that jazz. Okay,
I'm super excited and impatient to get this up, so on with the show!!
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Song's look suddenly began to fill with interest.
"Let's go on a borderline journey. Just to make sure that no vermin's about to make trouble for the Abbey. Just a season-long trek- we could take Dipp with us- er, I mean Log-a-Log now- but still! Wouldn't that be grand?"
"Yes it would," Song answered in deep thought, "but how am I supposed to get away from the Abbey without being noticed?"
"Song, they wouldn't have made you the ruler of this place if they didn't think you were an adult now. If you're an adult, you can be allowed to make your own decisions now."
The young Abbess stood up decisevly. "You're right. Let's find Log-a-Log and see what he thinks."
The two friends went back to the feast and, pushing their way through the throng of Redwallers clamoring over their return, found the new Log-a-Log rather drunken on Redwall's finest October Ale.
"I tell yer matey," he slurred in a wobbly voice, "great stuff this is." He held up an overflowing cup. "Cheers to the Abb-" he started and then belched loudly, spilling the drink all over his front.
With exasperation the two squirrels dragged him out of Cavern Hole and into fresh air, all the while tuning out Log-a-Log's complaints about being pulled from his Ale. After sitting outside for a few moments, however, he seemed to have recovered somewhat.
As Song and Dann took turns informing him of their plan, Log-a-Log seemed to think it was a good idea. "That's sensible, mates. Wouldn't do no harm."
"All right then," Song said firmly. "Let's start out now."
"Now?" Dann gaped at her.
"Why not? It won't be noticed for a while, and we might as well get a good head start." Song was already heading for the now-empty kitchens. Dann and Log-a-Log followed her bemusedly.
While Song scribbled a hasty note, the other two filled three bags with any provisions at hand. She placed the note on the main counter, and, grabbing their bags, the three exited the Abbey through the north side door.
Dann led the trek, turning to the others and smiling. "Let's head!"
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Two hours later the three were slightly discouraged; a heavy rain had started to fall and they realized that there was no way they could continue. "We'll have to head back," Dann grumbled as he slashed at some dry wood that was growing damper by the second.
"We can't head back!" Song protested. "We haven't even started yet!!"
"I have to agree wit' Dann here," Log-a-Log said wearily.
A lightning bolt struck ground near them; the three jumped with shock. "On second thought, maybe heading back is a good idea," Song squeaked.
"Well, NOW we can't," Dann growled. "We'll have to make a temporary shelter."
The three of them dragged some fallen branches and made them into an overhang, and the three of them crouched miserably underneath it.
"This is a fine adventure and no mistake," Dann said angrily as raindrops fell on his back. "This was a stupid idea."
"Don't beat yerself up," Log-a-Log told him. "Personally, I think 'tis a very good idea; it just wasn't made in the best of conditions."
"We'll set one up later on, once the summer becomes dry," Song said. "But since we're stuck here, we might as well relax."
"And eat."
"You've been stuffing your belly for three hours strait, Mr. Log-a-Log!" Dann remarked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "You've got t'watch your portly figure- what would the Guosim say if they found out their leader was a chubby liddle toad?"
Chuckling, Log-a-Log threw a dried plum at Dann, who merely caught it in his mouth. Song laughed merrily even though she was wet and cold; it seemed so much like good times. Those times...
"Song, are you okay?"
Song noticed that Log-a-Log and Dann had stopped their playful banter and were looking with concern at her. The squirrelmaid looked back at them and sighed. "Things are changing," she replied. "This isn't going to last."
"What do you mean?" Dann asked, obviously confused. But Song didn't reply, she was looking at something else. Dann's eyes followed her line of sight, and he saw that she was looking at a rustling bush nearby. A sudden bolt of lightning struck again, and thunder rumbled heavily, blotting out most sound. But Dann could hear, as though from very far away, a shrill scream.
The three lept up immediately, and several cloaked figures ran from the bush. Log-a-Log and Dann were immediately in pursuit. Song lingered behind and cautiously peeked into the bush. Lying beneath it were two prone figures, cuddling together as much as possible to keep warm. Rain plattered onto a wound one had on its head that was bleeding profusely. Mousebabes.
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YAY!! I finished Chapter 4!! So sorry about the lack of updates, I had a severe case of writer's block. Updates will come more frequently, I promise!
Oh! and thanks to Starose, Keita, clara200, technetium, Stephanie, Moonflicker Swiftswimmer, and Winds of Change for reviewing Chapter 3.
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Song's look suddenly began to fill with interest.
"Let's go on a borderline journey. Just to make sure that no vermin's about to make trouble for the Abbey. Just a season-long trek- we could take Dipp with us- er, I mean Log-a-Log now- but still! Wouldn't that be grand?"
"Yes it would," Song answered in deep thought, "but how am I supposed to get away from the Abbey without being noticed?"
"Song, they wouldn't have made you the ruler of this place if they didn't think you were an adult now. If you're an adult, you can be allowed to make your own decisions now."
The young Abbess stood up decisevly. "You're right. Let's find Log-a-Log and see what he thinks."
The two friends went back to the feast and, pushing their way through the throng of Redwallers clamoring over their return, found the new Log-a-Log rather drunken on Redwall's finest October Ale.
"I tell yer matey," he slurred in a wobbly voice, "great stuff this is." He held up an overflowing cup. "Cheers to the Abb-" he started and then belched loudly, spilling the drink all over his front.
With exasperation the two squirrels dragged him out of Cavern Hole and into fresh air, all the while tuning out Log-a-Log's complaints about being pulled from his Ale. After sitting outside for a few moments, however, he seemed to have recovered somewhat.
As Song and Dann took turns informing him of their plan, Log-a-Log seemed to think it was a good idea. "That's sensible, mates. Wouldn't do no harm."
"All right then," Song said firmly. "Let's start out now."
"Now?" Dann gaped at her.
"Why not? It won't be noticed for a while, and we might as well get a good head start." Song was already heading for the now-empty kitchens. Dann and Log-a-Log followed her bemusedly.
While Song scribbled a hasty note, the other two filled three bags with any provisions at hand. She placed the note on the main counter, and, grabbing their bags, the three exited the Abbey through the north side door.
Dann led the trek, turning to the others and smiling. "Let's head!"
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Two hours later the three were slightly discouraged; a heavy rain had started to fall and they realized that there was no way they could continue. "We'll have to head back," Dann grumbled as he slashed at some dry wood that was growing damper by the second.
"We can't head back!" Song protested. "We haven't even started yet!!"
"I have to agree wit' Dann here," Log-a-Log said wearily.
A lightning bolt struck ground near them; the three jumped with shock. "On second thought, maybe heading back is a good idea," Song squeaked.
"Well, NOW we can't," Dann growled. "We'll have to make a temporary shelter."
The three of them dragged some fallen branches and made them into an overhang, and the three of them crouched miserably underneath it.
"This is a fine adventure and no mistake," Dann said angrily as raindrops fell on his back. "This was a stupid idea."
"Don't beat yerself up," Log-a-Log told him. "Personally, I think 'tis a very good idea; it just wasn't made in the best of conditions."
"We'll set one up later on, once the summer becomes dry," Song said. "But since we're stuck here, we might as well relax."
"And eat."
"You've been stuffing your belly for three hours strait, Mr. Log-a-Log!" Dann remarked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "You've got t'watch your portly figure- what would the Guosim say if they found out their leader was a chubby liddle toad?"
Chuckling, Log-a-Log threw a dried plum at Dann, who merely caught it in his mouth. Song laughed merrily even though she was wet and cold; it seemed so much like good times. Those times...
"Song, are you okay?"
Song noticed that Log-a-Log and Dann had stopped their playful banter and were looking with concern at her. The squirrelmaid looked back at them and sighed. "Things are changing," she replied. "This isn't going to last."
"What do you mean?" Dann asked, obviously confused. But Song didn't reply, she was looking at something else. Dann's eyes followed her line of sight, and he saw that she was looking at a rustling bush nearby. A sudden bolt of lightning struck again, and thunder rumbled heavily, blotting out most sound. But Dann could hear, as though from very far away, a shrill scream.
The three lept up immediately, and several cloaked figures ran from the bush. Log-a-Log and Dann were immediately in pursuit. Song lingered behind and cautiously peeked into the bush. Lying beneath it were two prone figures, cuddling together as much as possible to keep warm. Rain plattered onto a wound one had on its head that was bleeding profusely. Mousebabes.
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YAY!! I finished Chapter 4!! So sorry about the lack of updates, I had a severe case of writer's block. Updates will come more frequently, I promise!
Oh! and thanks to Starose, Keita, clara200, technetium, Stephanie, Moonflicker Swiftswimmer, and Winds of Change for reviewing Chapter 3.