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Your Lives Be As Full And Happy As Ours,and May The Seasons Be Kind To You And Your Friends. The Door Of Our Abbey Is Always Open To Any Travellers Roaming The Dusty Path Between The Woodlands And The Plains.

A Little (one) Can Sometimes See Things In Others That Us Older Ones Cannot Because Our Judgement Gets Clouded. —abbot Saxtus

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.

It's A Long Hard Road Ahead For You, Little Warrior. Enjoy A Happy Day While You Can. —boldred