Hehe. The second chapter to this strange story thing prepare your self. (Oh, and hi to the person who first reveiwed my story. How EXCITING! But please, what did you think? Did you like it? I REALLY REALLY want to know. So please, enlighten me)

Martin woke up to feel a painful throbbing in his head. Turning in the damp grass, he found himself staring into the gaze of a very jubilant hare." Hi." Was all it said. "Hi" he said back, "Ummmmmmmm, do you know where we are?" inquired Martin." we're somewhere. That's all I know." Came a familiar voice, which was then drowned by a loud munching. Martin peered around the odd hare to find himself spread by bread crumbs."Woaw! Go easy there Meldora." Exclaimed Martin, as he wiped the stale bread crumbs from his eyes."Sorry,"Meldora apologized sheepishly," It's just that I'm Sooooooo hungry and this chappy gave me this piece of bread, I just couldn't help myself. so naturally, I ate it. Sorry, we don't have anything else." Martin shrugged, taking stock of his surroundings. They were situated on a grassy plateau, a dizzying height To the ground. It was twilight; the hoard sprawled untidily across the rocky Tirane. A tent Was penned up in the middle of the camp, obviously holding the mysterious warlord. Martin turned his attention to the odd hare, determined to get all the information possible." What's your name and how long have you been here friend?" the hare thought for awhile, then he spoke," my name is H. helibab canofnie nemgalsips clacka. The H. for Helium. I've been here for 5 years ya know. Slaving away for these confounded vermin, cooking and washing. It's a wonder I'm still here and smellin' like a rose." Medora sniffed at the hare's ragged fur and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "You smell more like ... Like... gross stuff. That's my opinion." She commented and turned to face the pitch black night, dotted with crystal stars." Meldora was never good with words." Whispered Martin to Helium."By the way," added Martin, " Do you want me to call you helium?" Helium scratched his chin, then answered" you can call me.... Blog." "Blog?, but that has nothing what so ever to do with helium." Commented Meldora out of the side of her mouth." Blog, my good mousy," replied helium, offended" Blog is the name of my great-great-great-great-great- great-great-great grand hedgehog.""Hedgehog?""yes, hedgehog. Hedgehog because my great-great what-not was adopted by my what-not grand hog." Meldora watched the sun peep over the horizon, reflecting off the three black humps, supposedly the hills that the fox had mentioned. She wondered what their fate would be in the morning.

"It was an hour after dawn and the hoard was already awake and about. Some were lighting fires, preparing breakfast or sharpening their weapons. The fox strode out of his tent, causing a lull in the busy murmur of the morning routine. The fox strode off toward the two prisoners with a high authority about him. Signaling to two guards trailing behind him, they grabbed Martin and Meldora and dragged them to the tent. The fox poured grape wine into three identical cups in front of him, the great raven on his shoulder, staring at them unblinkingly. The fox, his cloak veiling his eyes, coughed politely. "Excuse me, but do you realize that I'm a killing machine?" Meldora shrugged. "Who gives?" Meldora's sword glinted in the moonlight. The moon, as it were was actually shining in the morning, as it does, because you know you can see the moon during the day, but it never usually gets a mention during the day. The fox coughed again. "Wine, anyone?" The wine, in fact, had a touch of iocane powder in it, from Australia. Well the iocane powder was from Australia, not the wine, which was in fact from grapes. Martin whooped. "Wine!" he gasped, for Martin was a wino and was actually attending an Alcoholic's Anonymous group on Monday evenings. He wsas in the process of his rehabilitation. "No martin! You're a mouse!" cried Meldora, flashing his sword. Meldora had once actually been a female mouse, were it not for a sudden change in her sexuality and she had only recently undergone a sex change so that she may flash her sword as lots of men tend to do. So Meldora the transsexual mouse and Martin the wino left the coughing fox to his own glasses of iocane powdered wine and trundled off towards the nearest village.The village, as it were, was actually 5000 kilometres away, but Meldora and Martin needn't know that. So as they walked, they talked, and as they talked, they walked. Until the came upon Taboosi the man whore and his friend Betocks. Her name was Betocks, although when mispronounced, could be mistaken for Buttocks, but with the dirty mind that she had, she may as well be christened Buttocks. Buttocks Mangina was her full name. But she rarely told people this as she was quite ashamed of her name. Taboosi on the other hand went around telling everyone as he found it quite amusing, and so whenever Betocks was seen around the place, everyone would whisper "There goes the Mangina boy." But in fact she was a girl, who too had a sex change, so it seems the Betock's and Meldora would get along quite nicely. "Tallyho my woodland friends, who goes there?" cried Martin, slightly tipsy from his swig of brandy. Taboosi it seemed also had a drinking problem. He infact was not prone to saying much besides occasionally screaming the name "MANGINA!!" to passersby, and usually amused himself with the bottle, and hysterically laughing to himself. Blog put down his parchment and pen as he gazed up at the moon. You might remember that it was still infact the morning, but Blog still wanted to gaze at the moon for it seemed quite a romantic thing to do in light of the situation. But seeing that the sun had already risen, he went blind. So it seemed that now, the parchment was quite useless to him, as he could no longer see what was written on it. So he had to get Bambi, the illiterate moose, to read the parchment out loud to him". Meldora laughed heartily as she handed the parchment in which she had written her story to Blog and Martin to read." your psycho Meldora," responded Martin, shaking his head." I'll agree with that any day. Your absolutely bonkers." Meldora was chortling. The sun, now fully risen filled the land with light and the hoard was beginning to stir from their slumber. Some hoard members began to prepare breakfast, sharpening their weapons for combat and a majority were still sleeping. But as the fox stepped out into the sun light, cloak draped around his shoulders and hood enveloping his eyes, set the sleeping vermin bolt up right. With two guards trailing boldly behind him, they halted in front of the newly captured pair. Turning to his two guards behind him, he rapped out orders." Tie all three to three separate stakes. When the sun is high, whip them soundly until dusk. Go." The two guards stepped forward and grabbed the unfortunate trio and dragged them as they kicked, bit and shouted to three stakes drove deep into the ground. Soon they were tied up painfully, their fore paws up above their heads and their hind paws below them. " I wish they hadn't unarmed us." Sighed Meldora as she struggled with her bonds. ´that's the point Meldora," replied Martin " they don't want us to escape so they can-" "I FORGOT!" cried Meldora jubilantly. "Oh help!" moaned Blog" the heats affected her brain! She has gone insane!" "I am not!. it's just that I remembered that I've got a dagger that I got from that Hawk. Remember?" Martin grinned happily." Well hurry up missy, what are you waiting for?" Using her teeth, Meldora pulled a dagger, identical to her sword, encrusted with beautiful sapphires, and began to saw at her bonds. Finally, her fore paws were free, she chopped the trapping ropes that imprisoned her hind paws. They gave away with a single swipe of the blade. She crept silently over to the pair still tied up and freed them almost instantly. Before any of them could talk, Martin was rushing off toward the west. " We have to move fast. They will soon find out we're gone and they'll be after our blood!" "They were already after our blood." Replied Meldora and began to rush after Martin.