"Bethoks! Good! Your back! So Meldora found the right place?" Taboosy
grasped her friends paw warmly. Meldora smiled winningly. " yep." The
Badger sat down on a woodern chair with a heave. "I'm too old for all
dashing about." He commented. Meldora aplyed herself to his lap and
challenged, " well, how about that muscle contest? With that long run
across the beach, my muscles have grown." The ghreat badger shook his
stipped head and smiled. "tommorro. Promise." She jumped off his lapp,
obviously unimpressed. She wandered off, waving a disarming paw in farwell,
as she trundled off to bed, muttering yet again for the second time about
time wasters and " hope bringer upperous and bringing downerers" as she
like to call them.
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"MELDORA!" the groal of frustration was unmistakenly martins. Blog was waddling casually of the marble stair case when he jumped back in fright as he saw what seemed like a sleep diprived monster. And indeed it was. Martin's red eyes were creased by his brow, his head fur tangled and literilly every where. A trail of short goldern brown fluff followed behind him, much to his dismay. Martin wasn't vain, just very self conscience at times. Escpecially in public. An unwashed and ungroomed worrior wasn't what martin thought of as heroic. "my goodness," exclaimed the suprised hare. "what have you been up to? couldn't sleep?" Martin fummed as he strainned to keep his temper from rising. " It was meldora. She took my sword! I can't sleep with out it and then I was up all night looking for it and..and...ooooohhh! wait till I get my paws around that little neck of hers and.ooohh!!!!!!!" martins hand were clentched tight as he stalked down the stair case, with a very worried Blog blundering after him. " but.. Your not serious are you? This is..meldora, were talking about here!" taboosy was closing the door of the infermary as Blog bounded up to her, his brow creased franticly. "martin ..his not serious is he?" taboosy chuckled quietly and reasured him "nonono. You watch and see, but I must say, meldora will be in quite a fix when martin find her."
Meldora infact, was happily munching upon a hot scone when martin,
along with lots of loose fur, can bulling into her, the scone flung
from her paw. " MY SWORD!!!! WHERE IS IT!??!" Meldora was equally as
angry. It took her more than 10 minuets to sneek into the kitchen
unnoticed to get to that very scone, the best on in the batch. "WELL!
WHERES MY SCONE! HMMM? ANSWER ME THAT!!!!!" and with ferocious
growls, they locked in battle rolling and snarling, biting and
scratching. One for a sword, and the other for a scone. Meldora was
gaining the upper hand, mainly because she wasn't as weary as martin,
but just as she was about to win, she slipped on his loose hair, and
crashed onto the floor. Immediately, she leapt up and yeld out
"FOWL!!!! HE USED HIS MOULTING TALENTS TO GAIN THE UPPER PAW!!!!"
Martin, on the other hand, sat on the floor in misery, pawing at the
fur scattered around him. "my fur! My poor fur!" "what is the problem
with martin and his fur?" asked taboosy. " meldora sighed. "well, when
ever martins stressed, he always loses his hair. I've had to put up
with it for years. Come on martin, truce?" Martin struggled upright.
"yea yea. Just.just give me my sword please." Back in the infirmiry,
the holt nurse saw to it that martin was given a foul smell concoction
of her own, disighned to grow back fur. Meldora played with her own
sword, and then, wondering out load, " Martin , how did I get my sword
back? You know, after that fox? They had dis armed us, then I used the
dagger, and then I just had my sword back?" martin shrugged, to him,
he didn't care, just aslong as he had his sword. "I dunno, I'm not
writting this thing." Meldora shook her head. "silly Ta." She mumbled.
Martin twirled his sword high and then he remembered. " we got to go
see the badger!" and grabbing meldora by the arm, rushed downstairs.
Meldora felt like she was flying as Martin hurled down the steps in a
frantic rush. Speading her grin wide across her face, she through out
her paws and skilfully grabbed a freshly baked scone from the tray,
carried by a furious holt baker. "I'll get you next time fiend!" he
yeld, waving his paws in the air in a furious rage. Meldora nearly
lost her scone again in shock of Martin's sudden halt. "argh! My
scone!" she cried as she managed to juggle the bouncing delight into
her waiting paws. A small rapp on the door roused the badger out of
his arm chair, and gently opened the oak door. Martin introduced
himself formily. "I am Martin, worrior mouse, and I do believe we are
in need of your great wisdom." The great badger bowed his great head
and gestured martin to sit. Meldora beemed up at him through packed
cheeks. The badger chuckled as he seated her on his lap. Martin
explained what had happened during there journey, and about the blue
gem. The badger stroked his chin thoughtfully and spoke. " hmmmmmm, it
seems strange. Well, it actually seems quite obvious to me really. The
fox wants these blue gems." He examined the sapphire, captivated by
its intence beauty. "I can see why," he added, " yes, I think I read
something about it once-" he was distracted momentarily by a tug of
his fur. Meldora had his long, silvery fur drapped over her head. "Do
you think I'll look like this when I'm old?" she chuckled, then burst
out laughing. "hmhmhahaHEEEHEEEHAHA!!-" Matin shushed her sternly, and
gesterured for the badger to continue. He noticed vaguely, that the
badgers eyes were shining oddly, as if they were moist in tears, but
surposed it was probably from him laughing at meldora.she could be a
clown sometimes. " ah yes," he continued. " I was reading and old
manuscript I found in a draw at my desk, which was writen by some
great anscestor of mine. He was talking about how the winter was cold
and wet, then suddenly he changed the subject. The words writern down
will forever be branded into my memory from reading it so many to
figure it out, but to know avail." He cleared his throught and began
reciting, every word that escaped his mouth burned themself into
martins memory. Hehehe you'l have to wait to find out..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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"MELDORA!" the groal of frustration was unmistakenly martins. Blog was waddling casually of the marble stair case when he jumped back in fright as he saw what seemed like a sleep diprived monster. And indeed it was. Martin's red eyes were creased by his brow, his head fur tangled and literilly every where. A trail of short goldern brown fluff followed behind him, much to his dismay. Martin wasn't vain, just very self conscience at times. Escpecially in public. An unwashed and ungroomed worrior wasn't what martin thought of as heroic. "my goodness," exclaimed the suprised hare. "what have you been up to? couldn't sleep?" Martin fummed as he strainned to keep his temper from rising. " It was meldora. She took my sword! I can't sleep with out it and then I was up all night looking for it and..and...ooooohhh! wait till I get my paws around that little neck of hers and.ooohh!!!!!!!" martins hand were clentched tight as he stalked down the stair case, with a very worried Blog blundering after him. " but.. Your not serious are you? This is..meldora, were talking about here!" taboosy was closing the door of the infermary as Blog bounded up to her, his brow creased franticly. "martin ..his not serious is he?" taboosy chuckled quietly and reasured him "nonono. You watch and see, but I must say, meldora will be in quite a fix when martin find her."
Meldora infact, was happily munching upon a hot scone when martin,
along with lots of loose fur, can bulling into her, the scone flung
from her paw. " MY SWORD!!!! WHERE IS IT!??!" Meldora was equally as
angry. It took her more than 10 minuets to sneek into the kitchen
unnoticed to get to that very scone, the best on in the batch. "WELL!
WHERES MY SCONE! HMMM? ANSWER ME THAT!!!!!" and with ferocious
growls, they locked in battle rolling and snarling, biting and
scratching. One for a sword, and the other for a scone. Meldora was
gaining the upper hand, mainly because she wasn't as weary as martin,
but just as she was about to win, she slipped on his loose hair, and
crashed onto the floor. Immediately, she leapt up and yeld out
"FOWL!!!! HE USED HIS MOULTING TALENTS TO GAIN THE UPPER PAW!!!!"
Martin, on the other hand, sat on the floor in misery, pawing at the
fur scattered around him. "my fur! My poor fur!" "what is the problem
with martin and his fur?" asked taboosy. " meldora sighed. "well, when
ever martins stressed, he always loses his hair. I've had to put up
with it for years. Come on martin, truce?" Martin struggled upright.
"yea yea. Just.just give me my sword please." Back in the infirmiry,
the holt nurse saw to it that martin was given a foul smell concoction
of her own, disighned to grow back fur. Meldora played with her own
sword, and then, wondering out load, " Martin , how did I get my sword
back? You know, after that fox? They had dis armed us, then I used the
dagger, and then I just had my sword back?" martin shrugged, to him,
he didn't care, just aslong as he had his sword. "I dunno, I'm not
writting this thing." Meldora shook her head. "silly Ta." She mumbled.
Martin twirled his sword high and then he remembered. " we got to go
see the badger!" and grabbing meldora by the arm, rushed downstairs.
Meldora felt like she was flying as Martin hurled down the steps in a
frantic rush. Speading her grin wide across her face, she through out
her paws and skilfully grabbed a freshly baked scone from the tray,
carried by a furious holt baker. "I'll get you next time fiend!" he
yeld, waving his paws in the air in a furious rage. Meldora nearly
lost her scone again in shock of Martin's sudden halt. "argh! My
scone!" she cried as she managed to juggle the bouncing delight into
her waiting paws. A small rapp on the door roused the badger out of
his arm chair, and gently opened the oak door. Martin introduced
himself formily. "I am Martin, worrior mouse, and I do believe we are
in need of your great wisdom." The great badger bowed his great head
and gestured martin to sit. Meldora beemed up at him through packed
cheeks. The badger chuckled as he seated her on his lap. Martin
explained what had happened during there journey, and about the blue
gem. The badger stroked his chin thoughtfully and spoke. " hmmmmmm, it
seems strange. Well, it actually seems quite obvious to me really. The
fox wants these blue gems." He examined the sapphire, captivated by
its intence beauty. "I can see why," he added, " yes, I think I read
something about it once-" he was distracted momentarily by a tug of
his fur. Meldora had his long, silvery fur drapped over her head. "Do
you think I'll look like this when I'm old?" she chuckled, then burst
out laughing. "hmhmhahaHEEEHEEEHAHA!!-" Matin shushed her sternly, and
gesterured for the badger to continue. He noticed vaguely, that the
badgers eyes were shining oddly, as if they were moist in tears, but
surposed it was probably from him laughing at meldora.she could be a
clown sometimes. " ah yes," he continued. " I was reading and old
manuscript I found in a draw at my desk, which was writen by some
great anscestor of mine. He was talking about how the winter was cold
and wet, then suddenly he changed the subject. The words writern down
will forever be branded into my memory from reading it so many to
figure it out, but to know avail." He cleared his throught and began
reciting, every word that escaped his mouth burned themself into
martins memory. Hehehe you'l have to wait to find out..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
