"I foun' out a bit 'bout them two... hares. Yep, that's what they were!" cried Morey triumphantly.

"One's a badger." said Rapport, having returned from his walk. He now found himself face-to-face with a squirrel who was telling him his future report. Morey wanted Rapport to help him prepare this report. Sadly, the rat didn't want to help the squirrel and was now being pestered by the same squirrel, "And I don't think Mystic'll take to kind to being yelled at. She's always trying to make sure we don't think she's deaf, despite the fact she's half so."

"Half so?" questioned Morey.

Rapport shrugged, "I might have made it up. Ask Kiver, he's a walking parchment scroll-thing that defines things. Oh, Morey, defines is a word."

"Defines..." muttered the squirrel, then continued with his report, "One o' 'em wuz a hare an' 'e wuz named... Named... Pascal... Th' badger fella was named... Eh, Candle. 'E wuz named Candle."

"Who names their dibbun 'Candle'?" Rapport wondered out loud.

"Who names their dibbun 'Mysticriver'?" Morey also wondered out loud.

"Woodlanders... They have such weird names..." muttered Rapport.

"Hey, I... reeeesent tha' comment! Morey issa perfec'ly normal name."

"Like Martin." said Rapport with a smirk, which rarely happened in his case.

"Martin? Who's called Martin? Huh? 'Sides Martin is a weird name. Like Rapport."

"Amazing comeback there, Morey. I'm afraid that I'd prefer not to get too involved in this lovely conversation. Go on, give your report to Niskel and Mysticriver." said Rapport, walking away from the squirrel.

Morey sighed and then realized something that was rather important: he needed to find the two individuals that Rapport had mentioned. He, therefore, decided to question his fellow thieves.

"Hey, Kivvy!" cried the squirrel, appearing right before the slightly irritated ferret, "Do y'know where Nisky and... Miscy are?"

"Miscy... that's a new one." responded the shrew behind the ferret with a grin.

"Dargee, y'know where Nisky and Mystic are?"

"Not a clue." said the short shrew with a shrug and found something else to preoccupy his attention.

Remembering that Kiver had not given him a response he looked at him, question at the tip of his tongue. Before he could say it again, Kiver responded. "They're over by the river, discussing places we're going and things of that nature."

"Thankee, Kivvy." cried the squirrel and sprinted off.

"Y'know..." said Cole, a stoat, as he watched the squirrel run, "'E sounded all like a mole fer moment there."

"Burr hoi." said Dargee, acknowledging the comment, head bobbing up and down.

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"Niskel, Mystic." he addressed the rat and otter, "I foun' infermation 'bout th' badger an' th' hare. Th' badger's called Candle and.. an' th' hare's... Oh, hares are things that look like rabbits... 'Cept they're bigger an have this funny accent..." explained the squirrel, despite the fact they hadn't questioned him at all. "Anywho, the hare's called Pascal an' they had food an' they seem friendly 'nough... 'Cuz they said I could eat wif 'em an' they didn't poison the food..." Morey paused for a moment, "Well, not any quick-actin' poision anyway... An' th' food doesn't taste bad. They said I eat alot... I dun' think I do, do I?"

The two didn't bother answering his question and returned to their muttering. "You can leave now." said Mysticriver with a dismissive wave.

The squirrel looked back at them as he walked away, frowning lightly. Suddenly, the grin won a battle between it and the frown and the wide grin once more returned to his face. He just didn't see the point in frowning.