Prologue
Oakstripe Notail sat down in the comfortable chair. The old squirrel were surrounded by small mice, moles, a young badger and even a nice little polecat girl. They all stared at him eagerly, hardly containing their exitement. Oakstripe smiled towards the grey crow that stood on the great table in the center of the room, munching happily on a acorn- and raspberry- cake. -It's time to tell these little fellas a story, don't you think? he said to his eldery companion. The crow nodded. -Kragh! Iff I know theche kidch right, they're not gonna go to bed vithout a chtory. she stated with her mouth full. -Right then, Redbeak. Let me see... Ok. Once upon a time, there was a hare living in this cloister. His name was... um... -Bachil Chtag! the crow shouted. -Right. Basil Stag. Well, Basils grandfather was called Basil to, and this story is about him...
Oakstripe Notail sat down in the comfortable chair. The old squirrel were surrounded by small mice, moles, a young badger and even a nice little polecat girl. They all stared at him eagerly, hardly containing their exitement. Oakstripe smiled towards the grey crow that stood on the great table in the center of the room, munching happily on a acorn- and raspberry- cake. -It's time to tell these little fellas a story, don't you think? he said to his eldery companion. The crow nodded. -Kragh! Iff I know theche kidch right, they're not gonna go to bed vithout a chtory. she stated with her mouth full. -Right then, Redbeak. Let me see... Ok. Once upon a time, there was a hare living in this cloister. His name was... um... -Bachil Chtag! the crow shouted. -Right. Basil Stag. Well, Basils grandfather was called Basil to, and this story is about him...