Thread:SalemtheCruel/@comment-4547544-20111024203858

Second "Brush you come down there! You still break your neck "The loud call of Auma winced at all in the abbey courtyard. The sow looked around briefly and then took those whom they now needed. "Sam! Catcher on the site of your daughter before she even hurt! "Brush sitting on the encrusted with ice and snow roof of the bell tower and clung with one paw to the shingles watched with mild interest as her father had it made the bell tower to climb. The squirrel girl did not understand the fuss. Four days had raged through Mossflower a snow storm and now she had to move. And this one just had to climb; finally, she was a squirrel. And anyway, her grandmother Jessica was already climbing in a storm on the roof and the abbey was much higher than the bell tower. Her father Sam had even defeated the great Southern Cliffs then he was as old as she was now. And she should remain so for some snow on the ground! While brush sat there and thought about the strange behavior of the adults she let her look over the snow-covered meadows and snowy forests also roam behind. Then she noticed a movement on the northern edge of the forest, an animal came stumbled appeared briefly in the direction of the abbey to look, and fell. "Dad, there on the front of the northern edge of the woods! There is someone. Do something, quick! I'm coming down. "She slid off the roof, swung herself over the gutter into the interior of the tower and slid down the rope of the Methuselah bell.  