Disclamer: Before I even start with the story, I'd like to remind you that
Redwall Abbey, Mossflower wood, Martin the Warrior, anything farmilar from
the Redwall books, belongs to Brian Jacques. However, Blossum, Isbel,
Abbess Miael, Clover, Berr, and anyone or anything that you are not
farmilar with from the Redwall books I own, and please don't steal any of
it.
Thanks! Tess of Redwall
An Excerpt from a volume of Tural, Squirrel recorder of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower country
A chill in the air, and the turning of the leaves tells the creatures of Redwall abbey that fall is drawing near. It has been a good growing year, and most of the Abbey creatures are busy picking apples in the orchard. It is a wonderful crop, apples of all colors dot the trees. The sky is a clear blue, not a cloud in sight. Looking out my gatehouse window I can see a young squirrel out to the very tip of a branch in hope of reaching the red apple at the end. In fact I think that is my grandson, Thurry. Oh, if only I had the vigor and strength of a Dubbin still. I do regret not picking apples with the rest of the Abbeycreatures. However, I have my recorder duties, and it is much cooler in the gatehouse. I believe I see Frair, and some of his kitchen helpers pulling out the lunch trolleys now. I think I will go have a bite to eat, and talk with Berr. He is the new cellar assistant, and is new to the abbey, only arrived about five sunsets ago with his pretty daughter Isbel. He is a nice Hedgehog, and it's good to have another strong paw around Redwall. Well, I believe I will leave my recording for another afternoon, and sample some of the foods the delicious aromas are coming from.
Thanks! Tess of Redwall
An Excerpt from a volume of Tural, Squirrel recorder of Redwall Abbey, Mossflower country
A chill in the air, and the turning of the leaves tells the creatures of Redwall abbey that fall is drawing near. It has been a good growing year, and most of the Abbey creatures are busy picking apples in the orchard. It is a wonderful crop, apples of all colors dot the trees. The sky is a clear blue, not a cloud in sight. Looking out my gatehouse window I can see a young squirrel out to the very tip of a branch in hope of reaching the red apple at the end. In fact I think that is my grandson, Thurry. Oh, if only I had the vigor and strength of a Dubbin still. I do regret not picking apples with the rest of the Abbeycreatures. However, I have my recorder duties, and it is much cooler in the gatehouse. I believe I see Frair, and some of his kitchen helpers pulling out the lunch trolleys now. I think I will go have a bite to eat, and talk with Berr. He is the new cellar assistant, and is new to the abbey, only arrived about five sunsets ago with his pretty daughter Isbel. He is a nice Hedgehog, and it's good to have another strong paw around Redwall. Well, I believe I will leave my recording for another afternoon, and sample some of the foods the delicious aromas are coming from.