~Ok, this is supposed to be the last chapter. . . and I hope you've enjoyed
this fic! I kind of, sorta, maybe, not really. . . what I'm trying to say
is, I'm proud of this fic, ok? And I'm proud that I've gotten, literally,
no flames! Yay! :D ~
~ Oh, and I just checked the book again. . . and I've been spelling Madd's name wrong! Ack! There *are* two 'd's there! -_-; I'm too lazy to fix them now, but I promise you guys that that error will be fixed sometime soon, all right? Well, here you go, anyone who actually wanted to read this last chapter. . . read it! ~
Several days later. . . than the last chapter. . . .
Tammia and Fwirl, along with her family of Broggle and Roseabel, where all setting out from Redwall to find Madd the squirrel.
When Fwirl had told her husband and daughter of Tammia and Deyna's realizations, and they had immediately resolved to see if Madd really *was* Fwirl's mother, as they assumed.
The reason for the wait was obvious, though. The squirrel family had no idea where Madd resided, and there where only two beasts in Redwall who did; Deyna and Tammia.
Deyna couldn't leave the abbey because, as the abbey warrior, he needed to stay to protect it in case of vermin hoards, if any, decided to attack.
There for, they where left with Tammia: the reason for the wait. She was still hurt, and it was several days before the two infirmary keepers deemed her healthy enough to accompany the squirrel family on their quest, of sorts.
The group of squirrels traveled for several days*, enduring very little excitement aside from the usual walking all day type.
Tammia had received a stout, otter carved staff of some of the finest make from Abbess Mhera; for saving the life of the Dibbun, so she had very little trouble keeping up with the other squirrels.
Every morning and evening, Broggle made a fine meal, so the young squirrelmaid was much better off than she had been on her way towards the abbey.
It was several weeks later that they arrived at Madd's stream, on a day not unlike the one in which Tammia had first met the old squirrel, sweltering hot.
The gliding squirrel glanced around nervously for any sign of Madd. . . there was none.
"We're here," she said quietly to her companions. "Shall. . . shall we go ahead with the Plan then?"
She looked each squirrel in the eye. Each nodded.
Every night, by the campfire, the group of squirrels had discussed how they would go about actually speaking with Madd. They had come up with the Plan.
After each squirrel's nod, the young squirrelmaid cautiously padded over to the stream, as the other three hid as best they could in the bushes.
Soon, they heard an ominous laugh and a call from a tree above them.
"So, young thingumy! You've come back, eh? Haven't brought any vermin like I asked? Arg, then. Hahahahahaha!" The laughter stopped abruptly as the old squirrel jumped to the ground and approached Tammia, who was gazing at the mad squirrel, frozen in fear.
In the bushes, Fwirl blinked rapidly as she saw the elderly squirrel's face. It was vaguely, ever so vaguely familiar. Was it her mother? She stared into the hard face of Madd.
Then she was sure.
Fwirl stood up, completely forgetting the Plan, and left the bushes. Madd heard the rustle, and turned around. She too blinked.
Older and younger squirrels stared at each other.
Tammia stared.
Broggle stared.
Roseabel stared.
Lastly, Fwirl and Madd stared.
And recognized each other.
"Mother."
"Daughter."
They embraced.
The End. . . Or is it?
*I'm a bit too lazy to describe each day. . . can you guys live with that?
~So, what do you guys think? Was the ending a bit too. . . sudden? I have a bit of an idea for a sequel, one where Madd is adjusting to life at the abbey, but. . . I'm not going to write it anytime soon. Please, please tell me what you think! ~
~ Oh, and I just checked the book again. . . and I've been spelling Madd's name wrong! Ack! There *are* two 'd's there! -_-; I'm too lazy to fix them now, but I promise you guys that that error will be fixed sometime soon, all right? Well, here you go, anyone who actually wanted to read this last chapter. . . read it! ~
Several days later. . . than the last chapter. . . .
Tammia and Fwirl, along with her family of Broggle and Roseabel, where all setting out from Redwall to find Madd the squirrel.
When Fwirl had told her husband and daughter of Tammia and Deyna's realizations, and they had immediately resolved to see if Madd really *was* Fwirl's mother, as they assumed.
The reason for the wait was obvious, though. The squirrel family had no idea where Madd resided, and there where only two beasts in Redwall who did; Deyna and Tammia.
Deyna couldn't leave the abbey because, as the abbey warrior, he needed to stay to protect it in case of vermin hoards, if any, decided to attack.
There for, they where left with Tammia: the reason for the wait. She was still hurt, and it was several days before the two infirmary keepers deemed her healthy enough to accompany the squirrel family on their quest, of sorts.
The group of squirrels traveled for several days*, enduring very little excitement aside from the usual walking all day type.
Tammia had received a stout, otter carved staff of some of the finest make from Abbess Mhera; for saving the life of the Dibbun, so she had very little trouble keeping up with the other squirrels.
Every morning and evening, Broggle made a fine meal, so the young squirrelmaid was much better off than she had been on her way towards the abbey.
It was several weeks later that they arrived at Madd's stream, on a day not unlike the one in which Tammia had first met the old squirrel, sweltering hot.
The gliding squirrel glanced around nervously for any sign of Madd. . . there was none.
"We're here," she said quietly to her companions. "Shall. . . shall we go ahead with the Plan then?"
She looked each squirrel in the eye. Each nodded.
Every night, by the campfire, the group of squirrels had discussed how they would go about actually speaking with Madd. They had come up with the Plan.
After each squirrel's nod, the young squirrelmaid cautiously padded over to the stream, as the other three hid as best they could in the bushes.
Soon, they heard an ominous laugh and a call from a tree above them.
"So, young thingumy! You've come back, eh? Haven't brought any vermin like I asked? Arg, then. Hahahahahaha!" The laughter stopped abruptly as the old squirrel jumped to the ground and approached Tammia, who was gazing at the mad squirrel, frozen in fear.
In the bushes, Fwirl blinked rapidly as she saw the elderly squirrel's face. It was vaguely, ever so vaguely familiar. Was it her mother? She stared into the hard face of Madd.
Then she was sure.
Fwirl stood up, completely forgetting the Plan, and left the bushes. Madd heard the rustle, and turned around. She too blinked.
Older and younger squirrels stared at each other.
Tammia stared.
Broggle stared.
Roseabel stared.
Lastly, Fwirl and Madd stared.
And recognized each other.
"Mother."
"Daughter."
They embraced.
The End. . . Or is it?
*I'm a bit too lazy to describe each day. . . can you guys live with that?
~So, what do you guys think? Was the ending a bit too. . . sudden? I have a bit of an idea for a sequel, one where Madd is adjusting to life at the abbey, but. . . I'm not going to write it anytime soon. Please, please tell me what you think! ~