Thanks to all you people out there who reveiwed. Very exciting when I found 2 NEW!! Yes. I have to explain something. The reason why it goes completely insane in the story is because when I was typing it, my siblings came and 1 held me away from the computer while the other ambushed my story and then warned me never to delet it or I will die. And they are very capable of killing me.

The sun was now beginning to set when they finally stopped, panting and absolutely exhausted. They gazed up at the platue, now just a distant shadow set against a ledge. Meldora sat down and sighed heavily, clutching her heart. Martin stood alone and shaded his eyes, peering into the distance, while Blog collapsed in an exhausted heap on the ground.

"Great Googally Woogally!" he cried, rubbing his behind painfully. The two others looked at the spot Blog had sat on as he leaped around yelping in anguish. " I can't see any thing, can you?" inquired Martin, pawing gently at the dirt. " Nope, nothing." Came the reply " lets inspect the victim, shall we?" suggested Meldora and leaped on top of Blog, pinning him to the ground. " hold still ningkum poopie!" " geroph me ya fiend! Lego! Lego of meee!" "Come on Meldora," chortled Martin as he struggtled to lift her tight embrase on Blog, "We all know how much you love and adore Blog, but you don't have to show it!" Meldora leapt up quickly and dusted herself off,sticking upo her nose indignantly. " you've made your self a powerful enemy Martin." She growled.

"You don't need to make foolish jokes like that when we all know that you Martin have gay tendancies towards Blog yourself!Blog stopped writhing for a moment and looked up, his face a mixture of curiosity and sheer horror. Martin smiled sheepishly. "I really like the way you do your fur. It's so silky and smooth." "Oh yes," replied Blog, "I use Sunsilk as Joh Bailey suggested. "He also gave me a lot of nifty tips for fur care I can share with you if you like."he said as he and martin walked off together, hand in hand. "Ugh. Men." Sighed Meldora crossly and followed after them.

"Meldora! Stop writing your story!" demanded Martin, " take a look at this!" he was pointing to Blog's behind. " Blog, did you hear something?" growled Meldora, her nose held high. " Meldora COME ON!! Look, I'm sorry, so now can you come?" " say please" "okay, please." Martin sighed. This was getting now where. " with a cherry on top?" came the reply. Martin sighed heavily. He really didn't want to do this. But after all, he thought hopefully, in desperate situations, you must take desperate measures. Martin clentched his fist as he walked unsteadily and unsertanly toward Meldora. And with one quick swipe of his head, he planted a sloppy kiss on Meldora's cheek, now creased in horror. She screamed and jumped out of the way, just in case he was willing enough to plant another leathle kiss. Martin smiled and threatend " Now if you don't come right now, I'll kiss your brain's out."

Meldora ran tohis side and bent down to inspect Blog's bottom. There was something caught in the untidy hairs of his bob tail. Martin pried it from the tail and inspected the blue gem. It was cut roughly, and was about the size of a small rock. It sat in Martin's paw, shining a blue hue of light into Martin's eyes. Blog staighted up and came to inspect the sapphire. " Tis a beauty, isn't it. Though why it would be lying around like this in the ground, hurting pore, tired creatures who just wanted to sit down, I don't know. But one thing that I do about this fair tinket, is that it is no ordinary gem. Thats what I'm thinking at the moment. And I reckon I know the very creature who can tell us."

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Mean while, on the plateue, the fox was furious. He berated the miserable vermin, brandishing his stained sword as those unlucky hoard members who were in the way, were dumped over the edge of the plateue. They winced as he swiped his sword through the air, copping off their wiskers with a skilful arm. " you fools! I should just slay you all, after you mindless act of stupidity!" They coward under his glare, which were masked in fury. " fancy letting 3, 3! Little slaves under your very noses! I-"

But to there much awaited releife, the great raven perched on the fox's sholder, distacting him from the cowering bunch who stood before him. The fox new more than to uncover the news from his raven infront of those common hoard members. The war lord carried his pet to the tent, and closed the covers. The raven hopped off the thick cloak covering it's owner and began to scratch perculiar marking on the dirt floor. The fox smiled victoriously. So not all was lost. He glanced back to the rough stick figuers that decorated the floor. He chuckled to himself. It was all too easy.

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