User blog:Silas switch/silas switch's tale

Silas switch 01:08, March 6, 2010 (UTC)1________

icy rain lashed the trees of mossflower. angry clouds scuttled above the twilight world. a flash of lightning illuminated a small moving bundle of rags. the bundle was soaked through and caused the wearer great difficulty in movement. the creature tripped in the mud and lay there exhausted.

two hedgehogs and a mole hurried along, heavy habits keeping the rain at bay. they carried a small log and atop it was a covered basket. they stumbled down the path and the leading mole almost tripped over the pile of rags. "wait oop, yurr Tumble. oi gots a gurt pile o i dobt know what!" Tumble, a male hedgehog, put down his end of the log and picked the bundle up. he laid it on the log alongside the basket. "hurry now! this beast 'as stopped with exhaustion!" he picked the log end up again. "quickly! we need to let sister march fix 'er up!" the trio moved faster, tumble carefully holding the beast still, hoping they would make it to redwall in time. Silas switch 01:08, March 6, 2010 (UTC)

Sister March, a jolly fat hare, shooed the three away when they brought the bundle in. she brandished a window pole in mock ferocity. "get on, wot! change those habits and get some supper afore you catch a death of cold yerself!" with much wot-wotting and gentle prods of the pole, she sent the beasts out.turning suddenly serious, she tended to the sad beast. peeling the wet rags and dressing the beast in an old habit, she gasped. Abbess Dewdrop was a tiny mouse. she was was in her late seasons, but very agile and active for her age. she had just finished the supper grace when the infirmary sister march bustled in. she whispered something in her ear that made the abbess's ears perk up. she followed the sister back to the infirmary, stopping to grab three beakers of warm mushroom soup. the infirmary was dark, having only one wall illuminated with candles. the sister took a beaker and sipped at the soup, while telling Dewdrop. "that pore creature lying on the far bed is a fox!" dewdrop stared straightfaced at march. "so? redwall welcomes all." "yes yes but don"t you remember old methuselah? surely you have read about the last time we have had vermin here! don't forget cregga, john churchmoue, myrtle who was almost poisened to death..." "i know, i know. easy march. but as i have said all creatures are welcome. she will be guarded once she regains conciousness. that is my final word on the matter!" the sister sat back, resigning. "all right then, but mind you...." she stopped and took the other beaker to the fox. she parted the lips and gently poured the soup down. color flushed into the fox's face. she turned on her back, winced, turned back again and curled up. "this fox is a great beast. she had knife wound all down her back and her face was heavily wounded. tis a wonder!"

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it was midway through winter. the sun gleamd off the pure white snow that clung to the rosy sandstone walls of redwall. bit by bit, the dawn rose and bathed the peaceful abbey in sunlight. it had been several moons since the fox had come, and she had slept the entire time. a death sleep, sister march called it. though the horrendous wounds had healed, her body was covered in scars. she slept on, not aware of the world just outside the window the dibbuns (as abbey young ones are called) were out playing in the snow making snowangels. even the brothers and sisters of the abbey were playing in the snow. skipper the otter and his twin sons patrolled the pond banks, which had a slim layer of ice over it. they made sure nobeast came near, lest they fall through the ice. karee, an abbey sparrow, was flitting between groups of abbeybeasts, lilting his wigs to glance off the snow. jann and burr, two dibbun squirrels, were in their element. dusting themselves with snow, they crept up on unsuspecting beasts and pelted them with snowballs. they crept behind the iced orchard trees and torwards the pond. "look, jann, lets slide aroun' the ice!