A/N- OMG! I actually added to this! It might be revising later on, but
here's the epilogue (plus more!)!
Epilogue
Extracted from the writings of apprentice recorder of John Churchmouse.
The fall has been kind to us here at Redwall Abbey, the apples were plentiful. The Dibbuns just finished helping the elders with the gorgeous russet apples yesterday. Alas, those nasty young 'uns didn't help one bit. They just ran about, acting like foolish children. What am I talking about? They are foolish children.
There is to be a great feast tonight, as it being the first day of autumn. Rumor has it that Abbot Mordalfus hasn't come up with a name for it yet! That would be silly. Everybeast says they can hear him in his quarters, twiddling his thumbs and mumbling. That Abbot of ours. No matter how old he seems to get, he never grows up.
He is soon to retire, though, as another rumor has it. I don't think it's true. They say that he wants to retire and give the job to somebeast more capable. I'm thinking he'll choose Matthias, who's growing older by the hour.
As for his son, Mattimeo, that's another story. Everybeast thinks he is growing younger. With his new wife, Addie, and all. Mattimeo is soon to be a father, or at least that's what he says. But who can trust that old rouge? I surely can't wait for another little tike to be prowling through the soon-to-be-all-mine gatehouse. Maybe that would be nice; he'd probably be raised well by the beautiful mouse wife. Everybeast is glad she has stayed.
There are the bells; the feast must be starting soon. Sorry to leave you hanging. Hehe. Hanging, just like the bells. Oh, what my mind comes up with!
ChiChi Chinchilla
Apprentice of John Churchmouse
Epilogue (Alternate)
Extracted from the writings of apprentice recorder of John Churchmouse.
All at the abbey have been sad since young Addie's leave. Mattimeo, son of Matthias the Warrior, hasn't spoken much. He is still saddened by this event. He never talks to his old friends, or his father. But Autumn promises good harvest for us, so maybe plucking the russet apples and such will keep their minds of the young wandering maid. Maybe she'll return here sometime. That would make us much happier.
This gatehouse is too dusty for a young one like me. Maybe I should resign from apprentice recorder. Though I often find the gatehouse a perfect spot to sit alone. Writing keeps my mind off Addie, even when I write about her. Maybe I'll keep this up a bit longer.
The dinner bells are tolling, better be off.
ChiChi Chinchilla
Apprentice of John Churchmouse
Epilogue
Extracted from the writings of apprentice recorder of John Churchmouse.
The fall has been kind to us here at Redwall Abbey, the apples were plentiful. The Dibbuns just finished helping the elders with the gorgeous russet apples yesterday. Alas, those nasty young 'uns didn't help one bit. They just ran about, acting like foolish children. What am I talking about? They are foolish children.
There is to be a great feast tonight, as it being the first day of autumn. Rumor has it that Abbot Mordalfus hasn't come up with a name for it yet! That would be silly. Everybeast says they can hear him in his quarters, twiddling his thumbs and mumbling. That Abbot of ours. No matter how old he seems to get, he never grows up.
He is soon to retire, though, as another rumor has it. I don't think it's true. They say that he wants to retire and give the job to somebeast more capable. I'm thinking he'll choose Matthias, who's growing older by the hour.
As for his son, Mattimeo, that's another story. Everybeast thinks he is growing younger. With his new wife, Addie, and all. Mattimeo is soon to be a father, or at least that's what he says. But who can trust that old rouge? I surely can't wait for another little tike to be prowling through the soon-to-be-all-mine gatehouse. Maybe that would be nice; he'd probably be raised well by the beautiful mouse wife. Everybeast is glad she has stayed.
There are the bells; the feast must be starting soon. Sorry to leave you hanging. Hehe. Hanging, just like the bells. Oh, what my mind comes up with!
ChiChi Chinchilla
Apprentice of John Churchmouse
Epilogue (Alternate)
Extracted from the writings of apprentice recorder of John Churchmouse.
All at the abbey have been sad since young Addie's leave. Mattimeo, son of Matthias the Warrior, hasn't spoken much. He is still saddened by this event. He never talks to his old friends, or his father. But Autumn promises good harvest for us, so maybe plucking the russet apples and such will keep their minds of the young wandering maid. Maybe she'll return here sometime. That would make us much happier.
This gatehouse is too dusty for a young one like me. Maybe I should resign from apprentice recorder. Though I often find the gatehouse a perfect spot to sit alone. Writing keeps my mind off Addie, even when I write about her. Maybe I'll keep this up a bit longer.
The dinner bells are tolling, better be off.
ChiChi Chinchilla
Apprentice of John Churchmouse