Well, for all you that reviewed my last story, thanks, here's another. This will be a series of little one-shots, if the reviews are favorable. (hint,hint)

Hope you like...

Disclaimer; I do not, have not, nor will ever own Redwall. But Brian Jacques has left so many ideas for Fanfiction it's a crime not to use them.

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Squirrelbaby

Levy SkyBrush wakes up, curled in a downy nest. It's warm and cozy, but she smells breakfast cooking. She gets up quickly to beat her siblings to the table.

She hurries down into the kitchen, where Mammy is cooking new bread with lots of nuts in it, yum yum. Levy gets first pick.

Here come her siblings; four brothers, and three sisters, all older.

"Mine!" "That's my milk!" "Where'd you get that? Me too!!" "Gitcher paws offin my bread, Traver!"

At last Mammy gets them all fed and out of the Hometree.

The dray is up and about now, it's the end of summer and time for winter storage.

But what does that matter to Levy? She's never seen winter, all that matters to her is that cousins, friends, and siblings are rushing for the smaller Playtrees, and she wants to beat all of them.

The Playtrees are the trees with long, whippy branches, just right for bouncing up and down, then leaping to the next one.

All the Dibbuns are learning how to do a controlled fall, falling, then catching a branch at the last second. The bigger ones wait below to make sure no little one misses a branch. Especially Levy, she loves to wait until she's almost past all the right branches before catching one.

The grown-ups laugh:That'un will be a real Treewhiffler, you can bet your brush."

What's a Treewhiffler? Levy doesn't care.

Lunch-time! All the foragers come in from the Foodtrees and a barely controlled havoc breaks lose. The whole dray eats this meal together, or perhaps 'eat' is to weak a word…

When the chaos is over, the foragers go back to the Foodtrees, and the Dibbuns go back to playing.

Then a lookout gives a warning whistle. HAWK! Levy is grabbed by an older cousin as everyone hides, except for the slingers. They drive the hawk away, but he's to far up for them to actually wound him. He'll be back, but not today.

The light dims and it's time for supper. All the dray goes back to their own Hometrees. Levy yawns over her pudding, and is carried up to bed by Da.

She snuggles down in her nest, falling asleep listening to the wind whistling through the leaves in her Hometree.

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If you didn't know, a 'dray' is what Brian Jacques calls a squirrel dwelling.The names for Hometree, Playtree, etc. are mine.

R&R doesn't stand for reast and recuperation!

(well, it DOES, but not in this context...)