Things Better Left Unvisited:
Exactly What It Sounds Like, Mates.
Did you lot notice anything off about the children in the Redwall series?
Is it the fact that it seems that they never get in trouble?
In case you didn't know, at Redwall Abbey Dibbuns can do no wrong.
Even when they show themselves to be capable of massacring dozens of creatures or endangering themselves and other baby creatures through their "loveable antics". No one seems disturbed in Mariel of Redwall when three toddlers cut some grappling ropes invading sea rats are climbing up on and then cheer and dance about at the sights and sounds of three dozen living creatures falling to their deaths-screams, gurgles, impalement on trees and smashing bones against rocks all described in vivid detail.
Those three actually get rewarded for saving the Abbey, but not a word about the wrongness of killing or how killing isn't a thing to be celebrated.
*Bad Parenting*
The three little Dibbuns were playing on the walltops in a time where hundreds of enemies would very much like to send lots of arrows into their heads. Unfortuantely for overpopulation, that doesn't happened.
The adorable innocent babies notice some grappling hooks attached to the walls. Running up to them smiling fiendinshly, they all PULL OUT BIG KNIVES THEY STOLE FROM THE KITCHENS. FOR SOME REASON.
"Heeheehee!" the ringleader giggled like a psychopath in a rat's face, "Gotta kill 'em all!"
"Aren't ye, like, three years ooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOH SH*T!"
And Dibbuns only ever get punished with going to bed early and extra baths, even if they run away into the dangerous, predator and bandit-filled woods or mercilessly prank kindly old hogwives.
And they always win every talent contest, even if they don't appear to have the merit to do so- they always win.
*Really. They Always Win*
The Dibbun choir of Sister Alkanet finally finished their god-awful off-key mess of a song, causing sighs of relief to echo through the crowd. Then the annoucer, some random... I forgot, it's not even important, comes up.
"Th' winner is..." he waited too long, and got hit in the head with some fruit, "Ouch! Okay, okay, it's the Dibbuns again."
"WHAT!?" screamed an otter, who had performed actual magic as his act. His cries were ignored as the trophy was awarded to the squealing snot-nosed brats.
It's a wonder these brats aren't all spoiled rotten by the time they're teenagers--the Badger Mothers are supposedly strict, but all they ever do is give them extra baths, which is a blessing for the mice expected to be squeaky clean hour in hour out.
Ironically, by the parenting style I see and the knowledge I have of child psychology the majority of Redwallers ought to act like the posher villains of the series-the Pure Ferrets, the Marlfoxes, Emporer Ublaz Mad Eyes, etc. Some of this spoiltness may be evidenced in Tansy's little teenage rivalry with Viola Bankvole--Tansy appears to actually be a bully in that situation.
They immediately make the fifteen year-old girl the Abbess after two moments of rational decsision-making.
God forbid, but Dwopple! A horrible, stupid, senseless and untaught name for an equally horrible, stupid, senseless and untaught mousebabe... who wanted to be like a Marlfox immediately after their Abbey almost got sacked by that regime!
No evil goodbeasts, my tail.
...I've just found the Redwallverse Anti-Christ. It's Dwopple, everybody. Dwopple the mousebabe is the Devil. He's the son of Satan. You do never see his father...
More may follow. If you like, you may leave an as-of-yet unanswered bit of unusual Redwall yore as a suggestion, but it is more than likely I'll cover the grand majority of oddness and unmentioned unmentionableness.