Picture by Margaret W./ArtisanOfTheShire
Araltum asked peevishly, "Did you find my Royal Standard? Was it damaged or torn? Your Drayqueen spent a lot of hard work making that bann..." The king's back slammed hard against a tree under Tam's furious charge. Araltum's eyes popped fearfully wide as the warrior squirrel had him by the throat, his dirk blade almost in his mouth. Tam's voice was ice-cold. "Ye vile vermin! A score an' a half o' yore creatures are lyin' murdered, an' all ye can do is whine about a stupid flag. I should slay ye an' leave ye here to rot with these poor creatures!" This statement seemed to cheer Doogy Plumm up to no end. "Go to it, Tam. Carve the wee lardbucket's head off!"
Leaning over Ferdimond, he put the question, "Are ye finished, Mister De Mayne?" The hare spat out a tooth, jumping upright like a coiled spring. "Finished? I've only just bloomin' started, wot!"
"They should've made me Abbey Pebble Chucker. Hahahahaha!" She looked around at the stern faces, and the laughter faded on her lips. "Oh, you lot are about as funny as a boiled frog!"
Brooky raised her goblet to him. "Listen everybeast, this good mole is our new healer. From now on, he will be known as Sister Walt. Hahahahaha!"
The blade was as old as forgotten dreams and as lethal as death's shadow.
Armel shuddered. "I've only been outside the Abbey a few times, and then not far-either gathering herbs or for picnics when I was small. It feels very lonely out here with just each other for company." Brook stifled a titter, trying her best to sound confident. "You stay close t'me and you'll come t'no harm, pal. I've been twice to the north shores in the summer with Uncle Skip and his crew. I'm used to this sort o' thing, y' know." She tripped on a rock and went headlong into a pile of broom.
"This bird see harebeasts many times when I hunt far'n'wide. Hear them, too. They say wot wot!" Tam could not resist a chuckle. "Oh, they say that quite a lot."
Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam,/the drums are beatin' braw./Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam,/are ye marchin' off tae war?/A warrior from the borders came,/a buckler o'er his shoulder,/a claymore swingin' at his side,/there's no' a beast who's bolder!/O Rakkety Tam has sold his sword,/Ah scarce believe he's done it./He swore an oath untae a fool,/who took his pledge upon it!
Araltum asked peevishly, "Did you find my Royal Standard? Was it damaged or torn? Your Drayqueen spent a lot of hard work making that bann..." The king's back slammed hard against a tree under Tam's furious charge. Araltum's eyes popped fearfully wide as the warrior squirrel had him by the throat, his dirk blade almost in his mouth. Tam's voice was ice-cold. "Ye vile vermin! A score an' a half o' yore creatures are lyin' murdered, an' all ye can do is whine about a stupid flag. I should slay ye an' leave ye here to rot with these poor creatures!" This statement seemed to cheer Doogy Plumm up to no end. "Go to it, Tam. Carve the wee lardbucket's head off!"
Leaning over Ferdimond, he put the question, "Are ye finished, Mister De Mayne?" The hare spat out a tooth, jumping upright like a coiled spring. "Finished? I've only just bloomin' started, wot!"
"They should've made me Abbey Pebble Chucker. Hahahahaha!" She looked around at the stern faces, and the laughter faded on her lips. "Oh, you lot are about as funny as a boiled frog!"
Brooky raised her goblet to him. "Listen everybeast, this good mole is our new healer. From now on, he will be known as Sister Walt. Hahahahaha!"
The blade was as old as forgotten dreams and as lethal as death's shadow.
Armel shuddered. "I've only been outside the Abbey a few times, and then not far-either gathering herbs or for picnics when I was small. It feels very lonely out here with just each other for company." Brook stifled a titter, trying her best to sound confident. "You stay close t'me and you'll come t'no harm, pal. I've been twice to the north shores in the summer with Uncle Skip and his crew. I'm used to this sort o' thing, y' know." She tripped on a rock and went headlong into a pile of broom.
"This bird see harebeasts many times when I hunt far'n'wide. Hear them, too. They say wot wot!" Tam could not resist a chuckle. "Oh, they say that quite a lot."
Yey for Tam! :D
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