Hey everybody! Its SilverClaymore. I know this is a bit early, but my whole week is very busy, and I wont get around to posting , so I'm doing Chapter 4 today and Chapter 5 Wednesday. After that, you wont see an update until next Monday or Tuesday :(
So to the Chapter for today. I give you... Redwall! Also some of my favorite charaters later, but I wont tell you who they are. At Redwall I tie up some loose ends that weren't resolved in "The Rogue Crew". But that's all I'll tell you for now! Enjoy.
Reminder: Brian Jacques owns Redwall. I just own some new characters and places.
Extract from the diary of Posybud Wiltud, recorder of Redwall Abbey in Mossflower Country.
Sometimes I feel that it was only yesterday that that
monster Razzid Wearat was still terrorizing innocent
creatures like those at my home, Redwall.
But alas, let us put those dreadful times behind us.
It is a spring of prosper and plenty.
The Guosim shrews, still headed by old Dandy Clogs, dropped by this evening!
Dandy, though getting aged in seasons, still has his clogs on his feet,
and today at supper he performed a marvelous dance with them!
Abbot Thibb was much delighted (though he will not admit it)
when our Infirmary Keeper, Sister Fisk, received a letter
from her sister inviting her to spend the summer at her small
cottage at the west coast. Thibb likes the good Sister very much,
Just not so much her medicines!
Thibb always didn't like Medicine, why, who knows?
Not wanting to leave her post unattended,
Fisk asked Dorka Gurdy to be the Infirmary Keeper until she got back.
As soon as she left, the day before last, a large gull arrived,
bearing news that Lady Violet Wildstripe, Badger Ladyof Salamandastron
would like to visit, along with her friend,
Major Fforbes and the Captains Rake Nightfur and Nubbs Miggory,
plus two score of Long Patrollers.
This idea, of course, was warmly accepted by our Abbot,
and he sent the gull back to the Badger lady telling that the start of summer
would be a fine time to visit.
Oh! I am excited to see all those fine hares and the Badger Lady again.
As you may know, the season after the death of the Wearat they visited.
Oh, it is quite embarrassing being the one to have killed the Wearat.
All the hares address me as "M'Lady" or "Miss."
The last time they visited, it was a grand old time,
But dear Friar Wopple never quite has had food disappear so fast!
For those who did not know, The Fortunate Freepaws decided to stay at Redwall
After the battle with the Wearat. Rekaby, the old squirell leader,
continuously uses large words, and we now have a
"Word of The Week" competition after dinner every week.
Jum Gurdy our cellardog continuously entertains beasts in the cellars,
Though he says he will retire soon. Jum really is a goodbeast.
He keeps the Dibbuns entertained and makes an amazing Ale.
We as an Abbey decided not to have a warrior at the moment,
And have hung up Martins sword.
But if any vermin ever post a threat to Redwall,
We are capable of defending our home, so never fear!
Well I should probably wrap up!
I think I smell dinner. I do believe Friar Wopple
Has cooked up that delicious lemon crème cake again….
Posy put down her quill and got up, sniffing the damp morning air. As she started walking the path towards the kitchens, her mate Uggo came up, holding their young ones, Swiffo and Posy. "Hello, Posy!" he smiled. "I was just going to the kitchens. By the looks of where you are walking, I'd say the same for you!" "Exactly!" She said, matching his grin. "I thought I smelled lemon-crème cake. Is that what that goodbeast Wopple made?" "Yes! I helped her make it. 'T was about the size of the one I scoffed when I was young!" "Dada scoffen an cake?" Young Posy asked. "Hihi! Mi Farver is one oleden nawty beasty." Chuckling at the young hogs' remark, the two hedgehogs walked towards the gardens where they could see dinner was being served. When they got halfway there, they heard loud knocking from the gront gate, followed by a voice saying, "Arr buckos! It ain't yon goin ta open this gate fer some ole riverdogs?" Running to the gate and opening it, Posy smiled up at the big otter standing in the doorway, flanked by ten or so others. "Hullo Skipper!" Posy said cheerfully. "Come on in! We were just going lunch." Rushing past her, Skipper licked his chops. "Arr Miz Posy! Do ye have shrimp 'n hotroot soup perchance?" Giggling, Posy responded. "Hehe! I never knew an otter not liking that soup. Yes, I think we made some, but probably not enough for you and your crew." Tipping an imaginary hat, Skipper bowed to Posy, saying, "Thankee kindly marm. Twill be enough after we add this wee morsel of broth and hotroot to it!" A burly otter held up two huge tubs. "You call that a wee morsel?" Posy said. "Tis five times the size of ours!" The otters sauntered off. Hurrying back to Uggo, the two mates their way to the table. Sitting down, they waited until the Abbot got there, then they stood up and said grace.
"Bless this food,
And the ground on which we walk,
Young and old,
Good or bad.
May upon our lives peace fall,
Bless this year and hall,
And if creatures are in need,
Let them come to Redwall."
A resounding "Amen" sounded and everybeast sat down, and the food was served. Posy was hungry. She ate butter creame scones and lemon cake, along with a slice of Grayling fish that Abbot Thibb had caught earlier that day. For dessert she had apple pie preserves. Friar Wopple ventured over to get her opinion. "Oh, delicious Friar!" Posy remarked. Wopple beamed. "You should see what I've planned for tomorrow." She said. "Well I'm sure I'll love it!" the fat volewife scurried away to get someone else's opinion. After Posy had finished her meal, she stuck around to talk with a ferret named Voogal. Voogal had originally been part of Razzids crew, but was captured by the Fortunate Freepaws and taught manners and how to behave. Voogal was now living at Redwall, and was just as nice as any beast there, though he still talked like a corsair. The ferret and Posy were good friends, and often talked. "Er, 'ello Miz Posy." Voogal said. "'ow do I find yer terday?" "Hi Voogal. I'm good thank you. I trust I find you the same?" "Er, yes indeed. In fact I just volunteered to be Cellar keeper. Suprisingly, I make a right well good ale." "Really? That's great! I can't wait to taste it!" "I can run ta them Cellars an get yer a bottle." "Wow, thank you! I'd love that!' Voogal ran off. Posy smiled and sat under a shady tree. All was peaceful at Redwall. But was it a peace that would last?
Bam! An otter called Fujlown fell under Buff Redspore's swift uppercut. Ding! Buff won her third round of the day. In the stands, the brother Subalterns Fokkul, Bokkul, and Nokkul Wlipestide, along with Major Bigfloon Blofants, the hare that had cared for them since the death of their parents, sat cheering Buff on. The hares had never lost to the otters, they were much better. Nokkul, the oldest of the trio, remarked. "Yah! Go Buff ole lass! Ha! That ole idjit beast Fujlown didn'n stan one chance!" Fokkul, who was second to youngest roared, "Rather! Did ya see 'is mug? 'Opefully Buff straightened it for him." The youngest, Bokkul yelled "Buff! Buff! She don't take that stuff!" The Major, who was a hare of politeness, scolded them. "Do ye hear yerself? Would ye like to have insults like that thrown at ye? Ole Buff may be better than that there otter, but that tis no reason to mock him!" But the brothers didn't hear him. "Yaah! Get that idjit off the field! Huh I wondah why the judges let 'im bally well sign up? 'is punch is 'orrible, an' 'is face is worse!" The brothers burst out laughing. Bigfloon had had it. "Alright then pack up!" He yelled. "Iffen ye cant respect a beast, then ye won't get to see this tournament! Lets go! We are leaving!" The brothers were outraged at the idea. "That's it!" Fokkul exclaimed. "Ah say, that's jolly-flippin' well it! I quit! Goodbye Bigfloon! I will not take this, eh, wot wot! You're just a big bully! Our parents would be ashamed of you!" His shouts were followed by that of his brothers. "Ah shuld say flippin well so! Rather one gets tired of beasts bossing one 'round!" "Who taught ye how to raise a beast? Well ye don't need ta worry about us anymore! Goodbye!" The hares stormed from arena, leaving Bigfloon to take in what was happening. "Fokkul! Nokkul! Bokkul! Come back! I didn't mean anything by that!" But the hares were beyond earshot. Bigfloon slumped down, tears running down his cheeks. He had failed the brothers parents. Before they had died, Bigfloon had promised them one thing. He would protect Nokkul, Fokkul, and Bokkul with his life.
A bit of a sad situation for the Major, but that problem gets resolved later. Hope you enjoyed!
Peace!
SilverClaymore