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| - Woodrose glanced up at her mate, then down again to her sleeping baby. "Oh, isn't he just beautiful, Skystripe? A healthy badgerbabe. But what shall we call him?" Skystripe merely grunted. He had once been a formidable warrior, talkative too. But now he was peaceful, and a badger of little words. He stood up, and Woodrose gave the little bundle to him. "Elmstripe," he said."Elmstripe was the name of my great grandfather. He had a mark on his brow shaped like an elm. Look, our son has it too." "Whose is it?" Dannibor had a habit for joking, so Tagga asked, "are you sure as eggs are eggs?" "Oh."
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| - Woodrose glanced up at her mate, then down again to her sleeping baby. "Oh, isn't he just beautiful, Skystripe? A healthy badgerbabe. But what shall we call him?" Skystripe merely grunted. He had once been a formidable warrior, talkative too. But now he was peaceful, and a badger of little words. He stood up, and Woodrose gave the little bundle to him. "Elmstripe," he said."Elmstripe was the name of my great grandfather. He had a mark on his brow shaped like an elm. Look, our son has it too." Woodrose smiled. It was peaceful in her traditional home, a Southsward cave. No vermin had ever disturbed it. Little did she know what would happen a week later. "Open up,'tis Syan Brushtail! Please, marm Woodrose, I've an urgent warning!" Skystripe sighed, and opened the door to a young male squirrel. Syan tumbled inside, and immediately began talking. "Today I saw some vermin. I tried to run away, but they spotted me! They asked whether there was a badger around here. I-I couldn't say no 'cause they 'ad a knife to my throat!" Both Skystripe and Woodrose gasped." An' they asked me whether it had a babe. I said yes, an' they're coming here, right now." Syan crumpled and burst into tears. "You don't know what I've done. You've got a new babe, an' he and you will be slain!" Woodrose leaned over Syan. "There, there, Syan. Don't worry about our babe. Me and Skystripe must stay here, it is my ancestral home. But Elmstripe has a whole life ahead of him. Find a badger suitable for caring for him. Perhaps he will find his way back here. But take Elmstripe and find another badger. Go now!" Syan jumped up, grabbed Elmstripe (quite forgetting how fragile a babe is) and dashed off, deep into the woods. Mayflower yawned and stretched. "Hmm," she said, "I must be becoming an old badger. I've slept through half the morning already." She was about to go back to bed when she felt somebeast tapping her. She spun around to see Syan carrying a small bundle. "Ah, Syan Brushtail, isn't it? A good friend of my daughter Woodrose." Syan nodded and handed the bundle to Mayflower. "Syan it is, Mayflower marm. Please, look after this babe." "Whose is it?" "W-W-Woodrose and S-Skystripe. Wahahahahaaaa!" Immediately Syan burst into tears."Th-they didn't come b-because they want to stay at the ancestral home, even though vermin are going there. Waaaaaaaaaaah!" Mayflower was shocked. Cradling Elmstripe close to her, she whispered, "Then tell my daughter she must leave, now. Meanwhile, I will head towards Redwall Abbey. They will look after him there." Syan sighed, then rushed straight back to where he had come from. Tagga sighed. The young otter was having trouble sawing through a branch on a fallen tree. "Psst!" Dannibor, a young hedgehog, appeared alongside him. "Sister Viola has a jar of physick in her dress. And she's supposed to be a healer!" Dannibor had a habit for joking, so Tagga asked, "are you sure as eggs are eggs?" Dannibor grinned. "Sure I'm sure, mate, who do you think I am?" "Sure as eggs are wheat?" "Eggs aren't wheat, dummy." "Oh." "Yahaha! Sloey just whacked Viola between the ears." The pleasant afternoon closed in as the two friends laughed and laughed.
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