User blog:Banannibo/The Bearer of the Greenwood Sword

A small hedgehog with graying spikes sat in front of her cottage, humming away as she planted her flowers. Suddenly, a small squirrel no more than two seasons old ran out of the woodlands in front of her, followed by another squirrel, a little older than he was. "Come back here, you little rogue, come back here this instant!" She yelled. The little squirrel ran behind the hedgehog, trying to hide behind her. Stop trying to hide and go back to your sister," a loud voice called from up in the trees.  The little squirrel obeyed, though very reluctantly.   Come on, Tipper, I'm not going to hurt you," his sister called. The young squirrel picked up her little brother and apoligized,"I'm sorry to disturb you marm, we'll be on our way now." Youm baint goin' without tea, burr aye. Youm baint goin' anywheres without it," a mole walked out of the cottage carrying a large tray of scones," You can come out now, Fringol, an' you too, miz Shana."   He watched as two squirrels emerged from the woodlands.  "Drumple!" the younger of the two cried, and ran over to meet him.   Tipper, who by now had managed to wriggle out of his sisters arms, ran over and hugged the hedgehog, he quickly withdrew though, sucking his paws and pulling out quills.   "Fringol Brush, where on earth have you been? It's been at least five seasons since I last saw you." The old hedgehog exclaimed.  "Oh, here and there, moving about all the time. And where have you been, might I ask?"  The hedgehog humphed indignantly,"I've been waiting for you the whole time, you're three seasons late in coming to visit."   "No I'm not, you can just ask Shana over there."   The hedgehog made her way over to Shana. "Fringol says that you're not three seasons late in coming to visit. What do you think?"  "I think we're at least four seasons late, Pansy." She laughed when she saw the indignant look on her mates face.