Thread:SalemtheCruel/@comment-4547544-20111026180406

24th The day of the festival dawned and he could not have been nicer. The Abbey Lawn seemed to be covered with diamonds so the dew glistened in the morning sun. All residents of the Abbey gathered in the Great Hall where Abbess Tansey announced the feast, and then marryed Martin the Warrior and Laterose of Noonvale. All these events were recorded by Brother Rollo in the Abbey Chronicle. Only then did the festival. Friar Stump had ascended everything lent cuisine and wine cellar. The feast got rounded off by a whole lot of games. Particular attention aroused a swimming race between North Star and the otter skipper that went in three laps around the abbey pond and won the only skipper to whisker length. "Really, dude, that a non-otter would be that fast, I can’t still believe it." He gasped as they climbed back on land. North Star did not answer, he still struggled for breath. When it was dark so many had to be loosened belt and together they sat and chatted or drank something. No one guessed that the enemy started to move slowly.  