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WONDERS OF WIKIPEDIA

'''This story was begging me to write it. Begging me I tell you! BEGGING ME!'''

'''So here goes. This is what happens when someone introduces the Redwall fandom … to Martin, Gonff, Rose, Felldoh, Brome, Dinny, Matthias, Basil, Mariel, and pretty much the entire Redwall cast of good guys. No bad guys … yet.'''

This is most likely going to be 5 or so short chapters written within quick succession of one another, unless I get enough people yelling at me to write more.

'''Disclaimer: I bought Redwall from Brian Jacques, and now I own everything! EVERYTHING! MWUOAHAHA! … okay, I was lying. But I wish I owned Redwall! *sobs*'''

'''Claimer: I do, however, own the plot. Plus I own my and Martin’s Redwall Wiki accounts (Martin’s really exists, you can look it up. Martin, Son of Luke. :D)'''

Chapter 1: A Package Arrives
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! “Delivery for a Mr. Martin the Warrior! Delivery! Come and get it or I’m giving it to the hares!”

A pretty female mouse dressed in rose-colored habit and straw sandals answered the green oak door to find a tiny shrew with a bright orange headband pounding on it furiously. He was holding a dusty brown duct-taped cardboard box that was almost as large as he was.

"Martin's still sleeping, or he was until you woke him up. I can take the package," she told the shrew sternly.

"Oh! Miss Rose!  Sorry for bothering ye!  I do need Martin to sign the receipt though ... that is, if I can find the receipt ..." The small creature emptied out the pockets of his dirty white buckskin shirt and yellow-brown pants, producing a thin sheet of paper and a quill. "Aha! Here 'tis."

"Maaaartin!" Rose called, turning in the direction of the inside of the medium-sized redstone dwelling.

After a couple of minutes of watching the shrew impatiently tap his foot on the "Welcome!" doormat and listening to the shrilling of birds, a yawn and pattering of footsteps was heard from inside the still-dark house. (After all, the sun had only just poked through the clouds that morning.) A large, well-built mouse, dressed in all-white nightclothes emerged from the doorway.

"What's going on?" Martin inquired.

Rose went to answer him, but the shrew got there first. "Hello, Martin, I presume. My name is Grimble, and I have a package to deliver." He gestured at the huge box he was struggling to hold on to. "I need you to sign the receipt, please."

"Of course." Martin took the quill and signed Martin the Warrior on the receipt with a flourish. He took the box from Grimble, lifting it with ease into the hall and resting it on a red-brown mahogany table.

"Can I offer you anything? Tea?  Oatcakes?  Scones?" Rose asked the shrew.

"No thanks, I've got more deliveries to make," Grimble replied. "But thanks for the offer."

And with that, he marched back out the door and down the cobblestone path.