So Here Is My Story, May It

Tell The Queen That There's Been A Robin Red-breast Hanging About Kotir Grounds. It Flies Down Low And Vanishes Near The Floor. Cludd Thinks It Might Be Something To Do With Those Woodlanders. Now, I'm To Say Nothing To Fortunata Or Ashleg... 'i Must Tell The Queen That A Robin Has Seen Cludd Hanging About. No, That's Not Right. I Must Tellt He Robin Taht Cludd Has Been Hanging The Queen.

I Enjoy Walking My Dog And Completing Crossword Puzzles.

I Wanted To Write Something Visual That I Could Read To The Children. This Was When I Created The Idea Of Redwall Abbey In My Imagination. As I Wrote, The Idea Grew, And The Manuscript Along With It.

The Young Mouse's Eyes Snapped Open, Clear And Bright. He Swung The Ancient Sword High And Struck At The Giant Adder. He Struck For Redwall! He Struck Against Evil! He Struck For Martin! He Struck For Log-a-log And His Shrews! He Struck For Dead Guosim! He Struck As Methuselah Would Have Wanted Him To! He Struck Against Cluny The Scourge And Tyranny! He Struck Out Against Captain Snow's Ridicule! He Struck For The World Of Light And Freedom! He Struck Until His Paws Ached And The Sword Fell From Them!

Fate Is Fickle, And The Company Of Unwilling Friends Short Lived.