There Are Enough Cowards In The World

Basil Stag Hare Tut-tutted Severely As He Remarked To Ambrose Spike, 'tch, Tch. Dreadful Table Manners. Just Look At Those Three Wallahs, Kicking Up A Hullaballoo Like That! Eating's A Serious Business.

We Could Have Chopped Down The Sycamore With This.

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 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.

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.