User:Skrabb-a-log

Hey out there

I'm a HUGE Redwall fan. I like Mattimeo and Mariel of Redwall a lot. Underneath this I'm going to write a short story similar to the stories - it's fun.

Rustfur the weasel pushed the back of the heavy cart with the little force he had left. Tempen the stoat would roast his hide if he didn't get this cart moving. Rustfur regretted he ever joined Tempen's band. He realized it could only lead to one thing: death. Suddenly, the cart bucked forward, and Rustfur tripped completely over himself, falling flat on the ground. "See you at Hell's Gates, Rustfur!" shouted Tempen from the front of the long cart, which now had entered a sloping hill, as Tempen laughed cruelly. Rustfur tumbled face forward down the hill, catching up to the cart. He rolled on past it until he slammed into a wall at the bottom of the slope, hitting his head. Just as he got up rubbing his bruise, Drawstud, the driver of the cart, controlled the cart until it came to a stop, but not before running over the pathetic body of Rustfur. Tempen leaped from the cart, landing next to Rustfur's body. He took the knife that Rustfur used as a weapon and pocketed it. kicking the body out of the way, he leapt back onto the cart and ordered Drawstud to move westward. Looking back at Rustfur, he said, "You weren't a waste at least." The cart then moved westward.

Vrick's head moved fast as lightning as it came in contact with the ball. The ball sailed past everyone's head over to Hiklo, who grabbed the ball and dashed forward, tackling the huge otter Aggbar and charging head on into the net. "GOAL!!!" shouted everyone from the squirrel team. "Let's call it quits today everyone!" declared Jobius, the captain of the otter team. There were shouts of agreement, mostly from the otter side, and jeers of disagreement, particularly from the squirrel side. "Alright now, we are all tired, and it is getting dark out. Let's head on back to the Abbey. I bet Abbess Marbala will have a great feast for us all!" settled Gamm, the squirrel captain. Everyone on the chargeball field walked back to the Abbey from the fields near the pond, some sulking, some cheering. Back at the Abbey, Friar Beldrum rushed about the kitchen along with the Foremole, struggling to abide with Abbess Marbala's requests for food for the returning chargeball tournamenters while Foremole simply sat and ate the deeper'n'ever pie. "Ho urr, This'n poi moiks oi happy, Friar Delbrum, zurr!" It took the Friar a few moments to decipher the molespeech, then he replied, "Foremole, if you will be so kind as to refrain from eating that pie. It is for the chargeball players who are returning from a tournament. You know, the winners will be playing the skilled mole players." Foremole chortled, "Hurr, uv course'n now Delbrum zurr. And the moles'll win, oi can tell yurr that, hurr, hurr..."