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The reconstruction of Saint Ninans has finally gotten under way. We had to postpone the
construction due to unsafe wether conditions. The skeptical workers are calling this a "sign" that they
shouldn't even atempt to rebuild the "cursed curch" as they call it. But you know what I have to say
about that, preposterous absolute rubbish, and gobeldy gook. Cursed, it's just a story told to dibbuns to
stay away from the place, you know it's actually funny seeing fully grown beasts scared like a bunch of
dibbuns over a story. Rabsire has been doing everything and anything to keep away from the "cursed
church", he even insisted on doing chores. Now if we could get him to act like that all the time, oh well
I can always dream.
Methusesah is feeling much better now, actually Sister Siggle says that at the rate he's recovering he
will be fully recovered in about a month. Wow! Four months for three badly broken ribs to heal, foxs
must heal faster than we do. But even though he is a good fox he still disobeys orders sometimes. He's
soupose to be in bed right now, but he has been desperate to get out of the infirmary (can't say I blame
him) so when Sister Siggle comes looking for him I'll just say I havent seen him I'l just say I
havent seen him here. Though he hasen't been himself lately. He's been quite well distant, he doesn't
talk much, and he keeps to himself a lot, I wonder why? Whenever I ask him he just changes the
subject immediately. Well at least I can write something happy now. Deyna's birthday is coming up and Friar Dill is
preparing a feast. I just hope this one goes better than the last feast. Though there is one thing I am
(NOT) looking forward to, Rabsire's concert. Oh why!? I'm going to go to the kitchens right
now to get some corks before they are all taken. Rosabell
It was late out and everyone in the Abby was asleep, except for Methuselah who was sneeking out of the infirmary for some time to himself to think about the hard task ahead of him. Once he got onto the lawn he slowed to a casual pace up to the battlements. He sat down and leaned back on the cold red stone watching the full moon and all the stars. Methuselah decided to play a game that Deyna did while he was called Tagg.
First you pick a star and put a dot it on the ground, the first star you picked was called the start star; Methuselah used the dust on the stones then you pick another star and put it on the ground, and you keep on doing that until you think you are finished, then you trace the stars you dotted, and finally you name it. "Am I disturbing you?" a voice called to him; it was Melina. Methuselah just shook his head. Melina walked over to Methuselah looking at the picture and looking up at the sky trying to find the stars he picked.
She gave a small snort of laughter "You know Methuselah, when your father showed me this game when I first met him. I could have sworn that he picked the same star over and over again, and you know what?" she asked. Methuselah looked at her with interest "That start star that you picked looks just like the one your father picked. Do you have a title?" she asked.
Methuselah gave a thinking sigh and put a paw to his muzzle "The mother and son, because it looks like an otter, you of course, and that looks like a fox, me." Melina nodded her head with agreement "I like it."
There was a long silence between the two; they just sat back on the battlements watching everything, the moon, the stars, the Abbey "Methuselah, can I ask you something?" Melina said "Sure, what is it mom."
Melina looked at Methuselah and smiled "I haven't heard you call me that in awhile. Methuselah ever since you were hurt you have been so solitary, please tell me why." Methuselah held on to Melina's paw tightly and had an expression on his face like he was holding back from weeping "Mom you were there when Martin came right?" she nodded her head not knowing how he knew "Well he came there for a reason, it's one you won't like...but I must go through with this. Mom when I am fully recovered I must leave Redwall. I'll be on a journey one that may take a few days, or a few seasons."
Melina sighed "I know you want to go through with this, and the only way I can stop you is to tell the Abbess to confine you to the gatehouse. But I won't do that, you'll hate me forever if I do, and that's something I won't have on my shoulders."
Methuselah leaned back against the cold red stone of the battlements, and shut his eyes "Mom thank you, for everything, you raised me, you defended me, and even in a situation like this you still want to help me, when I leave please don't be sad, alright?" but he was talking to himself, Melina was fast asleep. So Methuselah moved closer to keep both of them warm and they fell asleep. What the two didn't know was that someone was listening in on their conversation.
Later the next day the group of Redwallers assigned to rebuild Saint Ninans were on the dirt road. Some were enthusiastic, some were not. "Umm.....Skipp, I think I left my window open in my room, but oh don't worry about turning the whole group around wot! I'll just go back and close it, Oh and while I'm there I'll just help out around at the Abbey."
Skipper looked sternly at Rabsire "You'll help at the Abbey? More like help eat, help sleep, and help gossip with you friends. If you even try to run I'll guarantee you will want to work all day, because your rump will be so tanned that you won't be able to sit for awhile, consider that you fair and only warning."
Rabsire snorted with anger and disapproval the otter's judgment "The caps letting the power of being Skipper go to his head. Bad form that is, making us rebuild a burnt down building while a chap's room's getting ice icicles all over in it. Tisk tisk jolly bad form, bad manners to I might add wot wot wot!" he mumbled under his berath.
When the made it to the burnt down ruins of Saint Ninans Skipper got in front of the crowd yelling so everyone could hear him "Well my friends wolcome to Saint Ninans!" he took a quick moment to look over his shoulder looking at the wreck "Or whats left of it!" There was a small bit of laughter from the crew.
Seeing that everybeast seemed to leave their sense of humor at the Abbey Skipper got serious "Well the Abbess sent us here to fix up the place so lets hop to it. First we need to get rid of all this debris, Rabsire you and four able ones clear the place out. Foremole you and you crew get stones and carve them into blocks. Rollell you and everyone else get wood for the frame of the church. I'll be helping Sister Rosabell with the blueprints. Alright come on lets go!"
The construction got off to a very bad start, gloves left behind led to cut paws, there was only one saw, the only ones who were getting along smoothly were Foremole, Skipper, and Rosabell. "Ouch! Those stones are sharp!" Rabsire shouted while trying to force a stone out of the iron railings with no luck.
Frustrated and angry Skipper got up and called everything to a halt "Look I know that you are all trying to do a good job but this isn't working, the only thing that has been done successfully was the stones. This is pointless we will go back to Redwall and in the morning we will try this again with the proper supplies, and I don't want to hear anyone talking about curses or stuff like that!"
The crew of construction workers came back and not in very high spirits. Abbess Mhera went to greet them but thought it better to leave them be. Skipper stamped over to Mhera, it was quite obvious that he was still in a very bad mood "Marm our progress is moving just about as fast as a fish out of water, hooked to a fishing line. It was a complete disaster, we forgot the supplies and all we have now are a bunch of stone blocks, and bloody paws."
The Abbess knew how mad Skipper was but she couldn't help but chuckle while Skipper was explaining how things went and the injuries. But she didn't need to know what happened to Rabsire for he was running around the great hall with a bandage partially put around his paw "Youch, help, mercy, help, assassin, she's trying to blinkin' kill me!!!" he yelled.
"Hold still you. I swear you acting worse than a dibbun. Hey don't you run away, don't, no, hey come back here!!!" Siggle said while chasing Rabsire down. Skipper and Abbess Mhera almost fell down laughing so hard.
It was time for Deyna's birthday party but they decided to surprise him by acting as if they had forgotten; it worked to. Melina was busy distracting him by taking him fishing over at the river, so the Redwaller's had plenty of time to get ready. When they returned Deyna had a full bag of grayling. Deyna look at Redwall with puzzlement "Mehra, why is the gate open, and the place looks literally abandoned. What's going on here?"
Playing along Mhera tried to look confused as well "You're right, it's not that late for everyone to go to bed, and carelessly leave the gate open. Something's going on here, but what?" The two walked over to the gatehouse to see if there was anyone there, empty. They checked by the pond, no one. But when they opened the door to the Great Hall there was a loud roar "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEYNA!!!"
Deyna was very surprised "Hahahaha you remembered, and here I was thinking you all forgotten, thank you everyone." The birthday feast went through without a single problem, not even Rabsire's concert. In fact, the concert was quite good. For once Rollell, Deyna, and Melina forgot about their promise to never eat food cooked by Friar Dill. Mostly because of the wide variety of foods and drinks: scones, meadow cream tarts, apple pie, hot root soup (which was only touched by moles, and otters) grilled grayling, and the main attraction, a special cake made by Friar Dill himself called the hot root cake, though not as powerful as the soup so that others could eat it, but Dill was prepared for this, he had a salt shaker but with ground up hot root in it, and so many other foods and drinks it was the kind of feast the Abbess was aiming for last time, one of the best the Abbey has seen in quite some time.
The duel of gluttons was well under way between Fendle and Rabsire, and so far Rabsire was losing "Youch!! I'm not eatin' any more of that ot' root soup! Oh my poor tongue I don't think I'll be able to taste anything for days!"
Rabsire yelled after takeing his first try of hot root soup, and was also fanning his mouth madly. Fendle turned his head away from his bowl, and looked at Rabsire's untouched bowl "Hurr hur if'n you aren't going to eat then io'm guessin oi won roight?" he said reliving Rabsire of his bowl and finishing it in three big gulps. Rabsire wasn't one to admit defeat lightly so he crossed his arms, made a wry face, and was pouting and kicking one of the legs of his chair "Humph, easy for you mole chaps to say, you have mouths made of cast iron wot wot!" he mumbled to himself.
Fendle slapped Rabsire on the back with his heavy digging claw "Hurr hurr now don't ee worry zur u'm bee's alroitie. There'm alwys next seazon." Rabsire looked at the six empty blows of hot root soup that Fendle consumed and gave a low sigh, but he did cheer up "Well you know what Fendle your right, there is always next season, and I will be able to eat that soup next time this I swear, on my honor to be the Abbeys biggest glutton. Not something I'm too proud of though...but it's the principal of it all wot!"
It was time for the thing that all the Abby creatures were dreading, Rabsire's concert. Very few could find corks for their ears (Rabsire took them all) he pulled out a chair from the table and hopped on to it. He cleared his throat to make his speech sound important "Ahem, well thank you all for coming." a mouse sitting next to Fendel asked "We had a choice? I thought the Abbess said that this was mandatory!"
Rabsire stopped in the middle of his speech, and looked around to see if he could find who made the comment. When he couldn't he just forgot about it and continued with his speech "Anyway. We all regret Brother Nimbalo's death, some of us still grieve, but we must press on, he would want it. Now I know that I'm new and I'm not as good as he was in the music department."
He stopped to see if anyone in the audience had anything to say about what he said "But I shall do my very best to try. Now since we have no orchestra yet, I'll just sing a little ballad my father taught me." Quite a few gasped at the idea of the hare singing. Hares are mostly good at marching songs. But ballads actually have tone changes, and speed changes. Whenever a hare tries to sing a ballad it always comes out sounding like a dagger to a scrap of metal. Everyone reached into their pockets for their corks, but found them to be empty.
Rabsire looked at the crowd with a grin like a robber fox in an unguarded treasure room. He reached into his pocket pulling out some corks "Looking for these?" everyone turned to him "Yes these dreadful things. Phew smell's a lot to you sure you wanted to put these in your ears?" the whole audience stared at the hare dumbfounded "Yes yes, I bet your wondering how I got these corks out of your pockets without you even noticing. Well, while you were all busy staring at the food, I snuck behind your chairs and quickly slipped them out of your pockets, clever wot!?" everyone was still quite amazed, so Rabsire took that to his advantage "Well since I got you attention I guess I will start." Rabsire got down from the chair and sat down in it to make himself more comfortable.
"Oh I will sing you a little ballad bout my uncle Shaw,
He was not too fit for the long patrol
Cause is head was always stuck in a book.
Come on chap tuffen up they'd say
But he'd be to busy reading The hare bragade
Amazing they'd say that chaps quite smart
And he dose what we do not
He brain is his weapon
His brawn he uses not
But there came a day when a traveler
A well educated lad he was
He said a group of bandit were stealing literature and all that stuff
What made matters worse is what they did later on
They'd make a bon fire out of all the books.
So Shaw was furious
What barbarians he would say
So got his stuff and said be back soon
And he set off into the night to find the book burning villains
A few days later he found them reading a few yarns
Come on chaps up on your paws a battle of wits Shaw proposed
They accepted and quizzed each other until they all turned blue
But my uncle Shaw came out in the end with one simple question
If a hare was alone in the wilderness with a table full of food,
How long would it to finish it all?
The answer. He couldn't, because there would be no cook, and no kitchen
So there would be no food he would be imagining it.
Rabsire finished his ditty, but something was strange about the song, it sounded good. So good that Rabsire got a standing aplause. He was quite flattered by the appreciation "Well good to see a few chaps in Mossflower have good appreciation of good music wot!" said Rabsire while bowing elegantly. The Abbess walked over to Rabsire and held up a hand for silence.
"Rabsire, first let me say that that was excellently sung, great job. Also I don't think I need to hear anymore songs for me to make my decision. Rabsire I Mhera, Abbess of Redwall appoint you to be the new head of music, congratulations." Rabsire was far more than pleased, he hid a hop skip around the Great Hall, followed by a paw shake and hug to anyone he could reach, it didn't take to long for the dibbuns to try this game to.
The Abbess held her hand up for silence again "Now it has been a long exciting day I know. But we must all go to bed; some of you have lots of work to do in the morning from what I hear."
The reconstruction of Saint Ninans has finally gotten under way. We had to postpone the
construction due to unsafe wether conditions. The skeptical workers are calling this a "sign" that they
shouldn't even atempt to rebuild the "cursed curch" as they call it. But you know what I have to say
about that, preposterous absolute rubbish, and gobeldy gook. Cursed, it's just a story told to dibbuns to
stay away from the place, you know it's actually funny seeing fully grown beasts scared like a bunch of
dibbuns over a story. Rabsire has been doing everything and anything to keep away from the "cursed
church", he even insisted on doing chores. Now if we could get him to act like that all the time, oh well
I can always dream.
Methusesah is feeling much better now, actually Sister Siggle says that at the rate he's recovering he
will be fully recovered in about a month. Wow! Four months for three badly broken ribs to heal, foxs
must heal faster than we do. But even though he is a good fox he still disobeys orders sometimes. He's
soupose to be in bed right now, but he has been desperate to get out of the infirmary (can't say I blame
him) so when Sister Siggle comes looking for him I'll just say I havent seen him I'l just say I
havent seen him here. Though he hasen't been himself lately. He's been quite well distant, he doesn't
talk much, and he keeps to himself a lot, I wonder why? Whenever I ask him he just changes the
subject immediately. Well at least I can write something happy now. Deyna's birthday is coming up and Friar Dill is
preparing a feast. I just hope this one goes better than the last feast. Though there is one thing I am
(NOT) looking forward to, Rabsire's concert. Oh why!? I'm going to go to the kitchens right
now to get some corks before they are all taken. Rosabell
It was late out and everyone in the Abby was asleep, except for Methuselah who was sneeking out of the infirmary for some time to himself to think about the hard task ahead of him. Once he got onto the lawn he slowed to a casual pace up to the battlements. He sat down and leaned back on the cold red stone watching the full moon and all the stars. Methuselah decided to play a game that Deyna did while he was called Tagg.
First you pick a star and put a dot it on the ground, the first star you picked was called the start star; Methuselah used the dust on the stones then you pick another star and put it on the ground, and you keep on doing that until you think you are finished, then you trace the stars you dotted, and finally you name it. "Am I disturbing you?" a voice called to him; it was Melina. Methuselah just shook his head. Melina walked over to Methuselah looking at the picture and looking up at the sky trying to find the stars he picked.
She gave a small snort of laughter "You know Methuselah, when your father showed me this game when I first met him. I could have sworn that he picked the same star over and over again, and you know what?" she asked. Methuselah looked at her with interest "That start star that you picked looks just like the one your father picked. Do you have a title?" she asked.
Methuselah gave a thinking sigh and put a paw to his muzzle "The mother and son, because it looks like an otter, you of course, and that looks like a fox, me." Melina nodded her head with agreement "I like it."
There was a long silence between the two; they just sat back on the battlements watching everything, the moon, the stars, the Abbey "Methuselah, can I ask you something?" Melina said "Sure, what is it mom."
Melina looked at Methuselah and smiled "I haven't heard you call me that in awhile. Methuselah ever since you were hurt you have been so solitary, please tell me why." Methuselah held on to Melina's paw tightly and had an expression on his face like he was holding back from weeping "Mom you were there when Martin came right?" she nodded her head not knowing how he knew "Well he came there for a reason, it's one you won't like...but I must go through with this. Mom when I am fully recovered I must leave Redwall. I'll be on a journey one that may take a few days, or a few seasons."
Melina sighed "I know you want to go through with this, and the only way I can stop you is to tell the Abbess to confine you to the gatehouse. But I won't do that, you'll hate me forever if I do, and that's something I won't have on my shoulders."
Methuselah leaned back against the cold red stone of the battlements, and shut his eyes "Mom thank you, for everything, you raised me, you defended me, and even in a situation like this you still want to help me, when I leave please don't be sad, alright?" but he was talking to himself, Melina was fast asleep. So Methuselah moved closer to keep both of them warm and they fell asleep. What the two didn't know was that someone was listening in on their conversation.
Later the next day the group of Redwallers assigned to rebuild Saint Ninans were on the dirt road. Some were enthusiastic, some were not. "Umm.....Skipp, I think I left my window open in my room, but oh don't worry about turning the whole group around wot! I'll just go back and close it, Oh and while I'm there I'll just help out around at the Abbey."
Skipper looked sternly at Rabsire "You'll help at the Abbey? More like help eat, help sleep, and help gossip with you friends. If you even try to run I'll guarantee you will want to work all day, because your rump will be so tanned that you won't be able to sit for awhile, consider that you fair and only warning."
Rabsire snorted with anger and disapproval the otter's judgment "The caps letting the power of being Skipper go to his head. Bad form that is, making us rebuild a burnt down building while a chap's room's getting ice icicles all over in it. Tisk tisk jolly bad form, bad manners to I might add wot wot wot!" he mumbled under his berath.
When the made it to the burnt down ruins of Saint Ninans Skipper got in front of the crowd yelling so everyone could hear him "Well my friends wolcome to Saint Ninans!" he took a quick moment to look over his shoulder looking at the wreck "Or whats left of it!" There was a small bit of laughter from the crew.
Seeing that everybeast seemed to leave their sense of humor at the Abbey Skipper got serious "Well the Abbess sent us here to fix up the place so lets hop to it. First we need to get rid of all this debris, Rabsire you and four able ones clear the place out. Foremole you and you crew get stones and carve them into blocks. Rollell you and everyone else get wood for the frame of the church. I'll be helping Sister Rosabell with the blueprints. Alright come on lets go!"
The construction got off to a very bad start, gloves left behind led to cut paws, there was only one saw, the only ones who were getting along smoothly were Foremole, Skipper, and Rosabell. "Ouch! Those stones are sharp!" Rabsire shouted while trying to force a stone out of the iron railings with no luck.
Frustrated and angry Skipper got up and called everything to a halt "Look I know that you are all trying to do a good job but this isn't working, the only thing that has been done successfully was the stones. This is pointless we will go back to Redwall and in the morning we will try this again with the proper supplies, and I don't want to hear anyone talking about curses or stuff like that!"
The crew of construction workers came back and not in very high spirits. Abbess Mhera went to greet them but thought it better to leave them be. Skipper stamped over to Mhera, it was quite obvious that he was still in a very bad mood "Marm our progress is moving just about as fast as a fish out of water, hooked to a fishing line. It was a complete disaster, we forgot the supplies and all we have now are a bunch of stone blocks, and bloody paws."
The Abbess knew how mad Skipper was but she couldn't help but chuckle while Skipper was explaining how things went and the injuries. But she didn't need to know what happened to Rabsire for he was running around the great hall with a bandage partially put around his paw "Youch, help, mercy, help, assassin, she's trying to blinkin' kill me!!!" he yelled.
"Hold still you. I swear you acting worse than a dibbun. Hey don't you run away, don't, no, hey come back here!!!" Siggle said while chasing Rabsire down. Skipper and Abbess Mhera almost fell down laughing so hard.
It was time for Deyna's birthday party but they decided to surprise him by acting as if they had forgotten; it worked to. Melina was busy distracting him by taking him fishing over at the river, so the Redwaller's had plenty of time to get ready. When they returned Deyna had a full bag of grayling. Deyna look at Redwall with puzzlement "Mehra, why is the gate open, and the place looks literally abandoned. What's going on here?"
Playing along Mhera tried to look confused as well "You're right, it's not that late for everyone to go to bed, and carelessly leave the gate open. Something's going on here, but what?" The two walked over to the gatehouse to see if there was anyone there, empty. They checked by the pond, no one. But when they opened the door to the Great Hall there was a loud roar "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEYNA!!!"
Deyna was very surprised "Hahahaha you remembered, and here I was thinking you all forgotten, thank you everyone." The birthday feast went through without a single problem, not even Rabsire's concert. In fact, the concert was quite good. For once Rollell, Deyna, and Melina forgot about their promise to never eat food cooked by Friar Dill. Mostly because of the wide variety of foods and drinks: scones, meadow cream tarts, apple pie, hot root soup (which was only touched by moles, and otters) grilled grayling, and the main attraction, a special cake made by Friar Dill himself called the hot root cake, though not as powerful as the soup so that others could eat it, but Dill was prepared for this, he had a salt shaker but with ground up hot root in it, and so many other foods and drinks it was the kind of feast the Abbess was aiming for last time, one of the best the Abbey has seen in quite some time.
The duel of gluttons was well under way between Fendle and Rabsire, and so far Rabsire was losing "Youch!! I'm not eatin' any more of that ot' root soup! Oh my poor tongue I don't think I'll be able to taste anything for days!"
Rabsire yelled after takeing his first try of hot root soup, and was also fanning his mouth madly. Fendle turned his head away from his bowl, and looked at Rabsire's untouched bowl "Hurr hur if'n you aren't going to eat then io'm guessin oi won roight?" he said reliving Rabsire of his bowl and finishing it in three big gulps. Rabsire wasn't one to admit defeat lightly so he crossed his arms, made a wry face, and was pouting and kicking one of the legs of his chair "Humph, easy for you mole chaps to say, you have mouths made of cast iron wot wot!" he mumbled to himself.
Fendle slapped Rabsire on the back with his heavy digging claw "Hurr hurr now don't ee worry zur u'm bee's alroitie. There'm alwys next seazon." Rabsire looked at the six empty blows of hot root soup that Fendle consumed and gave a low sigh, but he did cheer up "Well you know what Fendle your right, there is always next season, and I will be able to eat that soup next time this I swear, on my honor to be the Abbeys biggest glutton. Not something I'm too proud of though...but it's the principal of it all wot!"
It was time for the thing that all the Abby creatures were dreading, Rabsire's concert. Very few could find corks for their ears (Rabsire took them all) he pulled out a chair from the table and hopped on to it. He cleared his throat to make his speech sound important "Ahem, well thank you all for coming." a mouse sitting next to Fendel asked "We had a choice? I thought the Abbess said that this was mandatory!"
Rabsire stopped in the middle of his speech, and looked around to see if he could find who made the comment. When he couldn't he just forgot about it and continued with his speech "Anyway. We all regret Brother Nimbalo's death, some of us still grieve, but we must press on, he would want it. Now I know that I'm new and I'm not as good as he was in the music department."
He stopped to see if anyone in the audience had anything to say about what he said "But I shall do my very best to try. Now since we have no orchestra yet, I'll just sing a little ballad my father taught me." Quite a few gasped at the idea of the hare singing. Hares are mostly good at marching songs. But ballads actually have tone changes, and speed changes. Whenever a hare tries to sing a ballad it always comes out sounding like a dagger to a scrap of metal. Everyone reached into their pockets for their corks, but found them to be empty.
Rabsire looked at the crowd with a grin like a robber fox in an unguarded treasure room. He reached into his pocket pulling out some corks "Looking for these?" everyone turned to him "Yes these dreadful things. Phew smell's a lot to you sure you wanted to put these in your ears?" the whole audience stared at the hare dumbfounded "Yes yes, I bet your wondering how I got these corks out of your pockets without you even noticing. Well, while you were all busy staring at the food, I snuck behind your chairs and quickly slipped them out of your pockets, clever wot!?" everyone was still quite amazed, so Rabsire took that to his advantage "Well since I got you attention I guess I will start." Rabsire got down from the chair and sat down in it to make himself more comfortable.
"Oh I will sing you a little ballad bout my uncle Shaw,
He was not too fit for the long patrol
Cause is head was always stuck in a book.
Come on chap tuffen up they'd say
But he'd be to busy reading The hare bragade
Amazing they'd say that chaps quite smart
And he dose what we do not
He brain is his weapon
His brawn he uses not
But there came a day when a traveler
A well educated lad he was
He said a group of bandit were stealing literature and all that stuff
What made matters worse is what they did later on
They'd make a bon fire out of all the books.
So Shaw was furious
What barbarians he would say
So got his stuff and said be back soon
And he set off into the night to find the book burning villains
A few days later he found them reading a few yarns
Come on chaps up on your paws a battle of wits Shaw proposed
They accepted and quizzed each other until they all turned blue
But my uncle Shaw came out in the end with one simple question
If a hare was alone in the wilderness with a table full of food,
How long would it to finish it all?
The answer. He couldn't, because there would be no cook, and no kitchen
So there would be no food he would be imagining it.
Rabsire finished his ditty, but something was strange about the song, it sounded good. So good that Rabsire got a standing aplause. He was quite flattered by the appreciation "Well good to see a few chaps in Mossflower have good appreciation of good music wot!" said Rabsire while bowing elegantly. The Abbess walked over to Rabsire and held up a hand for silence.
"Rabsire, first let me say that that was excellently sung, great job. Also I don't think I need to hear anymore songs for me to make my decision. Rabsire I Mhera, Abbess of Redwall appoint you to be the new head of music, congratulations." Rabsire was far more than pleased, he hid a hop skip around the Great Hall, followed by a paw shake and hug to anyone he could reach, it didn't take to long for the dibbuns to try this game to.
The Abbess held her hand up for silence again "Now it has been a long exciting day I know. But we must all go to bed; some of you have lots of work to do in the morning from what I hear."
