Blog, Martin and Meldora trudged along the floor of the forest. Birds trilled there sweet songs, filling the air with there melodies as a raven could be seen, swooping over head.The midday sun light reflected through the lush forest leaves, leaving gold spots of light on the grassy path. The travelers were weary, but they were determined to reach Blog's unknown destination. The sound of rushing water reached there ears, much to their appreciation. "Water!" cried Meldora, as she ran, in a hop skip manner, toward the glittering rush. "Meldora! Wait!" cried Martin as he stumbled to catch Meldora from the peril of the fast flowing stream. But his warning and shouts fell deaf upon Meldora ears, but awoke glittering eyes of the dark.

Blog and Martin stumbled upon Meldora, who was sitting by the water, nursing her injured foot paw. " some thing bit me." She explaind sheepishly as Martin gave her " I told you"look. "weel o' course somfink bit youse on the fuut paw!, tis a bloomin' pike stream." Materilising out of the gloom of the bushes emerged a funny looking shrew. It carried a heavy spear tightly in it's hand and wore a tiny kilt around it's waist. With an expert flick of its hand it had the spear point at meldora's throat. "Tis MY pike stream mousy poo, an' don' youse go seekin' it it no more, ya 'ear?! eh?! Eh?!" Trying hard to keep her fast growing temper rising, meldora hissed back to the threataning shrew, " put that spear down off my thoat before I do...anything to you." She threatend back, thogh her choice of words were not very threatening. The shrew growed menicingly at her,his snout inches away from her nose. "Just youse try it furry ball." This last statement some how touched a nerve in Meldora's head, and with a sift flick of her arm and a stomp from her paw saw that the spear was split in half. The shrew started in astonishment at the half of a brocken spear lying on the path in front of him, and swiftly broke down into tears. "sh-she-she broke me spearwaaahahahahahahaaaha," the shrew pawed at his eyes furiously and glared at Meldora, who's eyes were raised in confusion. " you-you broke it - you p-pay.wahahahahaha!!!!!" Blog sat himself next to the weeping shrew and threw a comforting paw around him. " don't worry about your old spear good shrew, there there."but the shrew was in no mood to be comforted,he need to regain his dignity back, and stomped furiously back into the forest folage, trampling on any thing in its wake."well, atleast Blog has a weapon now." Sighed meldora stifly, still shoked by the shrew's performance. " Meldora!" exclaimed Martin, "don't take advatige of the poor shrew's greife!"Meldora looked up blankly as she bent to pick up the broken spear point, "eh?sorry, I didn't understand a word you just said. Come on Martin, Blog, lead the way!"
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The fox was in one of his rare good humor days, with tryumph dazzling in his bright eyes. He led half hisarmy of vermin through the trees, led by his raven pet. Grumbles of mutiny escaped from the moving army, mainly about why the warlord was making such a fuss about the slaves and how they hated that bird of his who always was making such a raket and was a keen spy for his master, always strutting around the army for signs of mutany, which was scarces, for fear of there master's wraith. The large group were led into a small clearing and was confronted by a tiny hut, smoke billowing out of its stone chimney. The fox stepped forward, ahead of his army, and knocked steadily on the woodern frame of the door. The door opened, reavealing an aged badger, his fur silvered with age and back bent double. "yes?, who is it? Do you wish knowledge, accomodation, hospitality?" The fox smiled winningly and replied, " all I want, is you." And with a the butt of his saber, knocked the badger uncosionce.
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