Hey yall! I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm having bad writers block. I know this is short, but I needed to update. Luv u all! MWA! Squeezes Martin. Mine, o wait… no… he's not… Pouts
Grubswiper: Glad you liked, here's more.
Lady Storm: More for you! Sry, still short.
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Marron darted through Mossflower, not too fast, in order to enjoy her beautiful surroundings. Trees rose high and proud, flowers danced in the small breeze.
"My, " she said aloud. "It is lovely here." She stopped once near the stream she was traveling by to rest her footpaws, when a strange chant came across the river.
"Guosim Shrews are very neat,
In battle we can not be beat,
We paddle along to the beat,
Guosim Shrews forever!"
Marron move toward the peculiar chant, just in time to see a log boat full of shrews pull up and drop off a passenger.
"But I don't want to go!" a young shrew called loudly in protest.
"You'll be fine. No behave yourself with Abbot Dreggle or so 'elp me I'll tan yer 'ide when you get back." yelled and old female as the log boat moved off.
The young shrew continued to mumble until Marron surprised him.
"Hello."
"Ahh!" he yelled, falling backward. "Who are you?" she struggled to suppress a laugh.
"I'm Marron, and you?"
"Fife. I'm 'eaded to Redwall Abbey, you want to come along?" Marron looked at him dumbly.
"Redwall?" Fife gasped.
"You never been ta Redwall Abbey? C'mon!" With that the young shrew grabbed the young mousmaid's paw and led her there.
Review please! MWA!
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