A Mouse Is Small And Can Go

Friar Hugo, Old Friend, Brace Yourself. I Am The Bearer Of Tragic News!" Alarm Spread Across Hugo's Pudgy Features. "tell Me, Jess. What Dreadful Thing Has Happened?" Jess Spoke Haltingly In A Broken Voice. "i Fear That Cluny Has Tore Up One Of Your Oldest And Most Venerable Dishrags. Alas, Redwall Will Never See It Wipe Another Plate.

Are You Going To Go Down On Your Knees And Beg For Your Life, Old One?" Abbot Mortimer Stared Calmly Into Cluny's Savage Eye. "i Will Never Bend My Knee On My Own Behalf. However, If I Thought I Could Save The Life Of One Of My Friends I Would Gladly Fall Down On Both Knees. But I Know You, Cluny, Better Than You Know Yourself. There Is Not A Scrap Of Pity Or Mercy In Your Heart, Only A Burning Desire For Vengeance. Therefore, I Will Not Kneel To One Who Is Consumed By Evil.

Weapons May Be Carried By Creatures Who Are Evil, Dishonest, Violent Or Lazy. The True Warrior Is Good, Gentle And Honest. His Bravery Comes From Within Himself; He Learns To Conquer His Own Fears And Misdeeds. —matthias

Shake Paws, Count Your Claws, You Steal Mine, I'll Borrow Yours. Watch My Whiskers, Check Both Ears. Robber Foxes Have No Fears.

In Our Imaginations We Can Go Anywhere. Travel With Me To Redwall In Mossflower Country.