Things are looking a bit grim for Boris, aren't they? Well, find out what happens to the poor bloke in this chapter! Here we go! { } = thought. Oh, I almost forgot, I don't own the Redwall series and all that stuff. But something interesting is about to happen, mark my words.
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Boris's eyes rolled wildly with fright. However, for the first time, the weasel had noticed a large bees nest hanging on a branch directly over the blind snakes head. His cunning allowed him to come up with a plan. He seized a sod of earth and rock. With all of the strength Boris could muster, the frightened weasel hurled the clump of dirt at the bee hive. THWACK!!! The fragile nest came tumbling down to the ground below like a bomb. It struck the adder in the center of it's head with such a force that, not only was the adder knocked flat, but shattered the nest. Pieces of honeycomb and dirt flew around the small clearing like bits of shrapnel. Then, the bees came out.

Thousands of the enraged insects attacked the adder. Boris galvanized himself into action. He dashed past the helpless snake, and retrieved his weapons. The smaller adders were too shocked to do anything, save watch their leader get killed by swarms of bees. Boris fled from the scene, holding his top hat like a shield.

Boris did not know how far, or long he had run, but his feet felt like lead. Slowly the worn out weasel came to a halt and leaned against an old elm tree. This time, he was very wary and frightened. He grabbed the two crossbow pistols and loaded them. He closed his eyes and slept.

He had a dream. Boris was on the prow of his old ship, Dire Eclipse. Behind him was his crew, swigging grog heartily, singing and dancing. A beautiful sword was in his hand. It was double edged, with a red stone in the pommel. It glittered brightly in the tropical sun. However, storm clouds came and a mouse appeared. He wore an entire suit of battle armor. The mouse lifted the visor, a frown upon his face. He seemed to float towards the ship, like a phantom. An armored paw was outstretched, and the warrior mouse said. Overcome your greed, and you shall be at peace. With that being said, he grabbed the sword away from Boris and floated off.

The weasel awoke with a start. With out a seconds hesitation, Boris leapt up, sheathed his weapons, and sped off towards the abbey. He could see it dimly through the trees. Smiling to himself, he slowed down, so as not to look suspicious. Now was the time for the plan to start.

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Daniel was sitting on the wall top, eating a leisurely breakfast of beechnut scones and fresh greensap milk. After he finished, he stood to go help with the chores when a weasel came strolling out of the woods. The weasel wore a patched trenchcoat and top hat to match. Daniel had read about many weasels who were evil. This one was knocking on the front gates. He could not take chances. Quickly, the mouse ran down the steps and onto the Abbey grounds.

The Abbot was sitting near the pond, thinking about going fishing when Daniel came running over to him. Father Abbot, a weasel is here. What should we do? the older mouse looked thoughtful. I suppose we should go out to greet him. Please go an get Burro and Sister Maria. Daniel nodded and left to do his task. As the Abbot walked near the gatehouse, a formal sounding tone of voice could be heard calling, Excuse me, is anybody home? The Abbot raised his voice to make sure that the weasel could hear him. Greetings! Thank you for your patience. The old mouse opened the door to let in Boris.
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Okay, this might be a short one, but I hope you liked it. The next chapter will be up in a day or two. Looks like Boris got just what he wanted, eh? -kickoutthejams