Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, You'll Regret The Day, When

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.

I Wrote About A Bird That Cleaned A Crocodile's Teeth. The Story Was So Good That My Teacher Could Not Believe That A Ten-year-old Could Write That Well. I Was Even Punished Because My Teacher Thought I'd Lied About Writing It! I Had Always Loved To Write, But It Was Then That I Realized That I Had A Talent For It.

My Values Are Not Based On Violence. My Values Are Based On Courage, Which You See Time And Time Again In My Books. A Warrior Isn't Somebody Like Bruce Willis Or Arnold Schwarzenegger. A Warrior Can Be Any Age. A Warrior Is A Person People Look Up To.

I Will Not Stand Here To Be Insulted By You, Hedgepig," Mangiz Fumed. "then Stand Somewhere Else And I'll Insult You There, Featherbag!!

Friend Is A Very Small Word, A Little Sound We Make, For One Who Is True, One Who Will Do, Great Deeds For Friendship's Sake.