Well hey again! I still own nothing. Umm, well I warn you this might have
some humour, but not lots. Also, the Slush Rating is gonna start bursting
through the roof. I'm talking Romeo and Juliet on 'extra-slushy-romance'
pills, here.
And I have a few things to see about in my reviews . . . . .
Firstly, the fact their ages are in years: well very sorry to those offended, but it's staying. It doesn't play a massive part of importance anyway.
Secondly, Do Mice Have Hair On Their Heads Like Us?? Well, no. But Martin and Rose aren't real mice, they're fictional. B.Jacques never pins down a characters exact statistics, so I was using my imagination; live with it.
Chapter Three - Together
"I missed you, you know."
Rose felt her cheeks positively glow with happiness. It had been so long since those golden days in Noonvale.
Shyly, she raised her head, and kissed Martin gently on the cheek. The mouse maid smiled at the brilliant shade of red that appeared on Martin's face.
Shaking her head in exasperation, Rose grasped his paw and scampered off into the trees. "Come on, there must be a few people you know!"
Down below the grey forest, Redwall abbey was nearly silent. The great abbey was in mourning for it's abbey founder.
Bella, the great badger, sat alone in her room, an old shawl wrapped about her shoulders. A timid knock sounded on the door. Bella blinked her tired eyes and said in a croaky voice;
"Come in."
The door slid open, to reveal two older creatures, both in the green habits of Redwall. One was a mole with silver sable fur, and a small pair of pince- nez on his nose. The other was a mouse, with long grey whiskers, and greying fur. But there was one thing in common between the two beasts. Both had sharp, gleaming eyes. Eyes that told of high adventure, danger and many exciting journeys.
Bella sniffed slightly, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. The other two did likewise. The old badger stood up, and held out a paw too each of them.
"I am so very sorry. We all loved Martin. Rest assured he is now in a better place, Gonff and Dinny."
High above the sad proceedings below, there was quite a merry reunion- taking place. Martin and Rose had wandered paw in paw along many of the paths, and had eventually met with many beasts they used to know.
So, now in amongst the dull grey trees, Grumm, Felldoh, Juniper, Hillgorse and Barkjohn were talking and remembering old times with Martin and Rose. Everything was going well, until Felldoh, smiling cheekily down at the two mice, asked;
"So, is true love blooming between you two, or were we all just imagining things?"
The others nodded and looked questioningly at the now rather embarrassed couple.
"Well, umm. What do you mean 'were we all'? Surely you didn't think. . . .?"
Grumm burst into raucous laughter.
"O' course we'm did! It were obvious, ho burr that it was!"
Rose looked at Martin, Martin looked at Rose. They shrugged.
"Well?" said Felldoh.
"No! You weren't imagining anything!"
The trees leaves shook on their ghostly branches as cheers echoed up, ever upwards.
Martin looked into Rose's wonderful hazel eyes. This wasn't the end of life, this was the beginning.
Ta-daa!!!
And I have a few things to see about in my reviews . . . . .
Firstly, the fact their ages are in years: well very sorry to those offended, but it's staying. It doesn't play a massive part of importance anyway.
Secondly, Do Mice Have Hair On Their Heads Like Us?? Well, no. But Martin and Rose aren't real mice, they're fictional. B.Jacques never pins down a characters exact statistics, so I was using my imagination; live with it.
Chapter Three - Together
"I missed you, you know."
Rose felt her cheeks positively glow with happiness. It had been so long since those golden days in Noonvale.
Shyly, she raised her head, and kissed Martin gently on the cheek. The mouse maid smiled at the brilliant shade of red that appeared on Martin's face.
Shaking her head in exasperation, Rose grasped his paw and scampered off into the trees. "Come on, there must be a few people you know!"
Down below the grey forest, Redwall abbey was nearly silent. The great abbey was in mourning for it's abbey founder.
Bella, the great badger, sat alone in her room, an old shawl wrapped about her shoulders. A timid knock sounded on the door. Bella blinked her tired eyes and said in a croaky voice;
"Come in."
The door slid open, to reveal two older creatures, both in the green habits of Redwall. One was a mole with silver sable fur, and a small pair of pince- nez on his nose. The other was a mouse, with long grey whiskers, and greying fur. But there was one thing in common between the two beasts. Both had sharp, gleaming eyes. Eyes that told of high adventure, danger and many exciting journeys.
Bella sniffed slightly, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. The other two did likewise. The old badger stood up, and held out a paw too each of them.
"I am so very sorry. We all loved Martin. Rest assured he is now in a better place, Gonff and Dinny."
High above the sad proceedings below, there was quite a merry reunion- taking place. Martin and Rose had wandered paw in paw along many of the paths, and had eventually met with many beasts they used to know.
So, now in amongst the dull grey trees, Grumm, Felldoh, Juniper, Hillgorse and Barkjohn were talking and remembering old times with Martin and Rose. Everything was going well, until Felldoh, smiling cheekily down at the two mice, asked;
"So, is true love blooming between you two, or were we all just imagining things?"
The others nodded and looked questioningly at the now rather embarrassed couple.
"Well, umm. What do you mean 'were we all'? Surely you didn't think. . . .?"
Grumm burst into raucous laughter.
"O' course we'm did! It were obvious, ho burr that it was!"
Rose looked at Martin, Martin looked at Rose. They shrugged.
"Well?" said Felldoh.
"No! You weren't imagining anything!"
The trees leaves shook on their ghostly branches as cheers echoed up, ever upwards.
Martin looked into Rose's wonderful hazel eyes. This wasn't the end of life, this was the beginning.
Ta-daa!!!