Chapter Thirteen: Likle Spuff
"Whatsa plan, chife?" Daggertail asked the giant adder.
"First, you disssssguise as weak, hurt forest dwellersssss. Then you go to the abbey, bedding for care. You open the gate and we, who are waiting in the ditch, will come in. We will take the ill, the injured, and the prized. We will take Matthiasssss, his ssssson, and that moussssse from Mossssssflower, whatever her name is. We will take them to a new hide out, and kill them, painfully ssssslow. Now, you two, get out of my sssssight before I get hungry." The two rats left hurriedly.
At the Abbey, the dwellers were getting ready for the next battle. Training archers, sling throwers, and swordbeasts. Addie and Mattimeo were trying to hit a target twenty feet away with an arrow. Addie barely succeeding, Mattimeo not succeeding at all.
"Uggg! Why can't I hit the target?" Mattimeo complained.
"It takes practice, Matti. See, I have had years of practice," Addie said after she got a bull's-eye.
"Life hates me."
"Hey, Matti, Addie, how's the arrows coming?"
"Good, Matthias. I think Matti's loosing confidence, though." Addie explained to Matthias, who just showed up with a bow and arrow set. "Here, Matti, let me help you. See, you're putting the arrow on wrong. There, that's right. Now pull back really far. Let it rip!" Matti's arrow went flying strait towards the target, missing the bull's-eye by inches.
"Great, Matti! Let's try aiming more to the right, there, now let's try to get that bull's-eye." Matti shot another arrow, going strait in the middle of the target.
"Bull's-eye! Yes!" Matti did a little victory dance. "Oh, yeah! I'm good! Oh, yeah!" Addie and Matthias laughed at Mattimeo's funny dance. He stopped laughing and turned bright red in embarrassment. Then, he started laughing, too.
"Matthias! Matthias! Oh, Matthias, there you are. We have some odd looking mice that claim to be injured. You better come quick," the Abbot reported to Matthias from the ramparts.
"Coming, Father Abbot!" Matthias yelled to the Abbot. Then he whispered to Mattimeo and Addie, "I'll be right back."
Matthias made it to the gate to find two rat looking "mice". He knew they weren't mice, and that something screwy was about to happen.
"State your business," Matthias said to the two so-called mice.
"We are here to ask of your assistance. We were attacked by a fox, and narrowly got away," one "mouse" said.
"There were others with us, so it might be best to leave the gates open, so they cane come in, and not disturb you," a second "mouse": said.
"I'm sorry, we can't do that, because there are troubles in this forest that must be closely watched. If anyone comes, we'll let them in, OK?"
"OK," the two "mice" said together. "Oh, great," the first "mouse" whispered to the second, "now that we can't get them to open the gate, we'll have to do that ourselves. But what about when they check our 'injuries'?" The two "mice" were led off to the to get there injuries checked on.
Asmodeous and his troops were waiting in a ditch near the front gates. "Great, just great! They didn't get the gate open. What will thossssse idiotsssss do now? Oh, wait, I know. They'll open the gatesssss themselvesssss, and get themselvesssss killed. I know they have some good archers, but only a few. Quicktooth! Come in here!" A light brown, almost friendly lookin ferret came in. "Go to the gatesssss and asssssk to come in, OK? Your new name isssss Likle Ssssspuff, got that? Now go, Likle." The ferret left the snake, and headed towards the abbey.
"Whatsa plan, chife?" Daggertail asked the giant adder.
"First, you disssssguise as weak, hurt forest dwellersssss. Then you go to the abbey, bedding for care. You open the gate and we, who are waiting in the ditch, will come in. We will take the ill, the injured, and the prized. We will take Matthiasssss, his ssssson, and that moussssse from Mossssssflower, whatever her name is. We will take them to a new hide out, and kill them, painfully ssssslow. Now, you two, get out of my sssssight before I get hungry." The two rats left hurriedly.
At the Abbey, the dwellers were getting ready for the next battle. Training archers, sling throwers, and swordbeasts. Addie and Mattimeo were trying to hit a target twenty feet away with an arrow. Addie barely succeeding, Mattimeo not succeeding at all.
"Uggg! Why can't I hit the target?" Mattimeo complained.
"It takes practice, Matti. See, I have had years of practice," Addie said after she got a bull's-eye.
"Life hates me."
"Hey, Matti, Addie, how's the arrows coming?"
"Good, Matthias. I think Matti's loosing confidence, though." Addie explained to Matthias, who just showed up with a bow and arrow set. "Here, Matti, let me help you. See, you're putting the arrow on wrong. There, that's right. Now pull back really far. Let it rip!" Matti's arrow went flying strait towards the target, missing the bull's-eye by inches.
"Great, Matti! Let's try aiming more to the right, there, now let's try to get that bull's-eye." Matti shot another arrow, going strait in the middle of the target.
"Bull's-eye! Yes!" Matti did a little victory dance. "Oh, yeah! I'm good! Oh, yeah!" Addie and Matthias laughed at Mattimeo's funny dance. He stopped laughing and turned bright red in embarrassment. Then, he started laughing, too.
"Matthias! Matthias! Oh, Matthias, there you are. We have some odd looking mice that claim to be injured. You better come quick," the Abbot reported to Matthias from the ramparts.
"Coming, Father Abbot!" Matthias yelled to the Abbot. Then he whispered to Mattimeo and Addie, "I'll be right back."
Matthias made it to the gate to find two rat looking "mice". He knew they weren't mice, and that something screwy was about to happen.
"State your business," Matthias said to the two so-called mice.
"We are here to ask of your assistance. We were attacked by a fox, and narrowly got away," one "mouse" said.
"There were others with us, so it might be best to leave the gates open, so they cane come in, and not disturb you," a second "mouse": said.
"I'm sorry, we can't do that, because there are troubles in this forest that must be closely watched. If anyone comes, we'll let them in, OK?"
"OK," the two "mice" said together. "Oh, great," the first "mouse" whispered to the second, "now that we can't get them to open the gate, we'll have to do that ourselves. But what about when they check our 'injuries'?" The two "mice" were led off to the to get there injuries checked on.
Asmodeous and his troops were waiting in a ditch near the front gates. "Great, just great! They didn't get the gate open. What will thossssse idiotsssss do now? Oh, wait, I know. They'll open the gatesssss themselvesssss, and get themselvesssss killed. I know they have some good archers, but only a few. Quicktooth! Come in here!" A light brown, almost friendly lookin ferret came in. "Go to the gatesssss and asssssk to come in, OK? Your new name isssss Likle Ssssspuff, got that? Now go, Likle." The ferret left the snake, and headed towards the abbey.