TO MAKE SURE THE PROMISE I MADE TO YOU AWESOME READERS IS SECURE… I AM WRITING THIS AT 11:42 PM! So it will be short since I need my sleep. Oh well. Plot development! So Furmingbia is at Redwall! Yay! Finally!

Okay, so here is the story. And as I always say (no really, this is my motto in Fan Fiction), welcome back, my faithful readers, and hello to the new ones!

My Rose of Old Redwall

Chapter 5: Food?

The first thing Furmingbia did when she was inside Redwall, was to rush into the kitchens faster than Martin, Gonff, or Dinny could have ever did. There she found a golden pie cooling on the windowsill.

Pinching a bit off, she stuck it in her mouth and closed her eyes. Then she turned to a very surprised Goodwife Stickle and remarked, "A bit more honey and a minute or two more in the ovens with a smaller fire, then left to cool where…" The mousemaid pulled a small leaf out of her mouth, "… The leaves won't blow onto."

Martin walked over and tried a little. "Tastes fine to me."

Gonff tried and shook his head knowingly, "Nay, listen to the maid, matey, tastes too plain. My dear Goodwife Stickle, you wouldn't mind a starving goodbeast returning from battle to have a little pie that tastes a bit too bland?"

Goody regained her voice then. "You scallywag! Don't you start pinching my pies! If you just came from battle then straight to the infirmaries you go!"

The face on Gonff was worth every pie in the world.

Martin, Dinny, and Furmingbia couldn't help burst into laughter. "Heehee hee, oh, ha-ha, Gonff never went to face any vermin! Haha, he, heeheehee, just charged in with his mouth wide open trying to catch a couple of flies!"

Furmingbia calmed herself down and held out a paw. "Name's Furmingbia, marm, you may call me Mingby, every beast does."

Goody took it happily, "Hello dear, my name is Goody. I see you like Redwall."

Furmingbia winked. "Only if a certain little mousemaid can have a bite of Redwall's famed vittles, I've been dying to try it!"

Goody laughed. "Right, I suppose a bit of scones and raspberry cordial can't hurt a beast."

As Goody walked off to get the snacks the four newly-made friends went to sit outside in this happy mid-spring day.

But as soon as they made it out, they were attacked by Dibbuns.

"Hello Martin, hello Gonff, who be you?"

"Hur, oi surpoise 'tis anothor beast visatin' our abbey, bur aye."

"Hello, my name is Mingby, who are you little fearsome beasts?"

"Oi be Burrum."

"I be Skytail."

"I'm Herral."

"Gerial, pleased t' meetcha."

"Where're you going?"

Furmingbia looked at Gonff who looked at Dinny who looked at Martin who looked back at Gonff.

Gerial grinned happily, "Den you can play wid us?"

Furmingbia was about to agree when Martin shot her a look of mock-terror.

Sighing, Furmingbia picked up a shrewbabe and placed him on her right shoulder, saying, "Hey, I have an idea, Goody is serving little treats, let's go have a small picnic, then we can play in the fields."

Amid wild cheering from the Dibbuns, a squirrelbabe climbed onto Furmingbia's left shoulder and fought the shrewbabe for a small necklace on Furmingbia's neck.

Smiling, the mousemaid took the woven necklace off her neck and gave it to the squirrelbabe, giving a similar woven bracelet to the shrewbabe.

Dinny shook his head in mock horror. "O no, Miss Menbia, oi thoink you ore in much troble!"

Martin and Gonff had a face as if Furmingbia will suffer a horrible death. She smiled. "Don't worry, if I die I'll take you with me!"

The squirrelbabe, Skytail, tugged Furmingbia's ear. "Goody's coming over!"

After a slight chat with Goody about the babes' feeding habits, they settled down to eat.

Gonff was surprised at how well Furmingbia was handling the babes. Furmingbia was holding them off well as she is, literally, digging like moles into her food.

"Huh, well that's good tucker for you, matey, bet you can't cook as well as our kitchen staff!" Gonff's lazy remark resulted, very surprisingly to the others, in Furmingbia sputtering everything she ate back onto the plate.

"CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!" She yelled, jumping up and bolting towards the kitchen as the others', including the Dibbuns', mouths hung wide open.

And so that's that. A you can see from this chapter, Furmingbia is really a weird mouse… SHE GETS IT FROM ME! No, I'm joking. See ya all later! Oh and my challenge still stands: if I get four more reviews form different people before Sunday, I SHALL UPDATE TWICE PER DAY FOR THE NEXT WEEK!

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