CHAPTER IV
Suddenly, three masked figures, trailing weeds appeared out of nowhere. They started chanting as they surrounded Bluestripe and her friends. "We da flicheye, flicheye, flicheye, flicheye! We da flicheye, flicheye, flicheye!" As the chant grew louder, the smell from the previous day, drifted into the air. This time it was stronger.
The small group started to get sleepy. It was as if the smell cast a spell over them. "Hurr, plue er' nosers!" Tarry yelled as she handed them each two doc leaf noseplugs which worked perfectly by not letting any of the smell in their noses.
"Ron!" Sapwood yelled. No second bidding was needed as the five creatures fled running blindly.
After running for quite awhile, Breeze saw a river up ahead. Thinking quickly, Breeze went into a headlong sprint to the river. As she got there, she quickly found a log and pushed it into the stream where she held it until her friends got on. On the log they almost flew over the water. Even though they were going at breakneck speed the painted ones still ran along side the bank screaming their chant as they went, "We're da flicheye, flicheye, flicheye!"
"Oh no, look up ahead there's a bally waterfall!" Sapwood called out with a look of terror on his face. "If we don't stop we're doomed!"
The five animals frantically tried to stop, but it was in vain. They headed straight for the waterfall!
"We're going over! Aaaaaaaa!" Splash!
They were in the water shouting. The mole screamed, "Hurr, oi hate ee' water!"
"Logalogalog!"
Two log boats appeared from nowhere and chased the painted ones away. Then just as suddenly as they appeared, they vanished. "Well, that was odd, wot, wot!"
"Who were they, Tarry?" Bluestripe said looking puzzled.
"Hurr, them's shrews, they be good uns, they'll chase them vermits away, hurr!" Tarry said looking relieved.
"Logalogalogalog!"
The two log boats shot over the waterfall and landed beside each other just in front of the travellers. All the shrews wore bright colored headbands and carried a rapier. One shrew leaned down and helped Bluestripe out of the water; "I'm logalog, what's your name?"
"Bluestripe. Where do you come from?"
"My tribe and I live just down the stream. I'll take you there;" he answered as he helped Swiftpaw out. "Bad form, wot, almost landin' on a chap like that!"
Suddenly, three masked figures, trailing weeds appeared out of nowhere. They started chanting as they surrounded Bluestripe and her friends. "We da flicheye, flicheye, flicheye, flicheye! We da flicheye, flicheye, flicheye!" As the chant grew louder, the smell from the previous day, drifted into the air. This time it was stronger.
The small group started to get sleepy. It was as if the smell cast a spell over them. "Hurr, plue er' nosers!" Tarry yelled as she handed them each two doc leaf noseplugs which worked perfectly by not letting any of the smell in their noses.
"Ron!" Sapwood yelled. No second bidding was needed as the five creatures fled running blindly.
After running for quite awhile, Breeze saw a river up ahead. Thinking quickly, Breeze went into a headlong sprint to the river. As she got there, she quickly found a log and pushed it into the stream where she held it until her friends got on. On the log they almost flew over the water. Even though they were going at breakneck speed the painted ones still ran along side the bank screaming their chant as they went, "We're da flicheye, flicheye, flicheye!"
"Oh no, look up ahead there's a bally waterfall!" Sapwood called out with a look of terror on his face. "If we don't stop we're doomed!"
The five animals frantically tried to stop, but it was in vain. They headed straight for the waterfall!
"We're going over! Aaaaaaaa!" Splash!
They were in the water shouting. The mole screamed, "Hurr, oi hate ee' water!"
"Logalogalog!"
Two log boats appeared from nowhere and chased the painted ones away. Then just as suddenly as they appeared, they vanished. "Well, that was odd, wot, wot!"
"Who were they, Tarry?" Bluestripe said looking puzzled.
"Hurr, them's shrews, they be good uns, they'll chase them vermits away, hurr!" Tarry said looking relieved.
"Logalogalogalog!"
The two log boats shot over the waterfall and landed beside each other just in front of the travellers. All the shrews wore bright colored headbands and carried a rapier. One shrew leaned down and helped Bluestripe out of the water; "I'm logalog, what's your name?"
"Bluestripe. Where do you come from?"
"My tribe and I live just down the stream. I'll take you there;" he answered as he helped Swiftpaw out. "Bad form, wot, almost landin' on a chap like that!"
