Okay, here we are again. As I have said in the last two chapters, and will say for the rest of my very long story, I DON'T OWN REDWALL!!!!!!
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Boris The Bloke sat by his own campfire, thinking of a plan. He had been disappointed by the meager bits and pieces of actually edible food that the foragers had found, but Boris had sent them back out. His agile mind raced through possibilities of what he could do. With a deft movement, he drew his cutlass. The movement caused the pirates nearest to him to flinch, but he just smiled his carefree smile at them and began to doodle in the soft earth. Suddenly, a plan struck him like a lightning bolt. Why attack when he could be a needle in a haystack? The Abbey dwellers may let him in. He didn't look like a pirate, (In his opinion, anyway.) so they may allow him to stay. Then he could really plan an attack. Rising swiftly, he strode to a log near the edge of the camp and hacked it three times with the cutlass. The vermin turned to look at him. I have come up with an idea that will enable us to take the Abbey over yonder, the Bloke began, with a wave of the sword. This will require precision and tactics. I won't have any mistakes, is that clear? There were nods and some ayes'. I will go into the Abbey as a wanderer. I plan to stay in there for a couple days. While I am there, I will be charting everything I can so that we can get an idea of where everything is and how to take it. Whilst I am gone, you will take orders from Wymheist. Here are my orders: Don't let anyone see you, but I want scouts to go out and look for any roving bands of vermin. Perhaps we can include them into our force. Boris said. The group for vermin nodded again. Good. Wymheist, come here. The rat hurried to obey. Make sure that their moral is good. Only use force on my fighters if neccesary, otherwise, encourage them. I want to see a good fighting force upon my return. Wymheist saluted smartly and whispered. You kin count on me, Cap'n. I'll see that us'ns got a good army o' fightas. Boris grabbed his top hat, his weapons, and set off into the woodlands.

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Daniel was sitting in Cavern Hole, reporting what he saw from the wall. The Abbot was concerned, but not worried all that much. However, they still needed precautions. Did you recover the arrow, Daniel? No, Father Abbot. I came to report to you first. The Abbot smiled at the young mouse. You are a true brother of Redwall, Daniel. Please inform the other Brothers and Sisters to keep an eye on the Dibbuns. If there are vermin out there, than we must be extra careful.