User blog:TheTragedyofE/The Mossflower Patrol

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Fat Snowflakes fell lazily on top of the Great Roof of Redwall Abbey. The windows of the Red Abbey where filled with a soft light; typical of Redwall. While a soft, hazy blanket covered the ground, the Dwellers of the Abbey all lay huddled in Cavern Hole. A story was about to be told, once more. An Elderly female Squirrel sat in a great chair, food and drink being brought to the Squirrel by noisy dibbuns, pushing each other, in hopes of a story. A great, old Female Badger shook her great head. As Mother of All Redwall, she was ashamed at the Dibbuns. What awful behavior, in front of a guest! "Dibbuns! Sit down immdietly! Whoever is naughty during the story will be sent to bed!" She scolded. This statement was met with an outcry, mainly the dibbuns, protesting in vain. However, the elderly squirrel laughed loudly, picking up a small mole babe. "Heh heh, Rascals! Y'wouldn't want to be sent to bed, whouldn't 'cha?" The Mole Babe shaked it's fat head. "Oh, Nurr, Marm. Bein' sent to hurr bed iz awfol!" This response was answered with a loud roar of laughter. Father Abbot Donegal shook his head, laughing at the antics of the Mole babe. "Oh heehee! A good laughs good, especially during a cold night like this, hmm, Marm?" The Female Squirrel nodded, pawing a small braclet of acorn caps, which she always held. "Ah, yes Father. Reminds me of a certain time in me own life. Ah. A tale like that. A tale of Betrayal, Love, Hope, Blood, and Tears. A story of none other than..." She stopped suddenly, looking around the audience. Sister Valencia stared wide eyed at the Squirrel, Inturpting, "A story of none other than?" Multiple Redwallers took a guess. "Redwall?" "Salamandastron?" "Brockhall?" "Some far away land?" "Mossflowah?" The one who answered "Mossflowah", a tiny Mouse Babe, stood up, looking triumphently at the Elderly Squirrel, who, in Return, bust out laughing. The Badger mother stood wide eyed, smiling secretly to herself. She new this tale very well. "Whoahahahoahahoha! My my, Y'old 'uns ought to learn somethin' off this rouge! Yes yes...A tale of Mossflower. Not long after the return of a young mouse Mattimeo, and his father Mathias. Something beautiful was formed. Something deadly. Something that would soon be forgotten, but something, that lives on as a legacy. A legacy of the Mossflower Patrol!"