A Chat in the Redwall Entryway thingymabob 3-16-16

Redwall Abbey Entryway thing

Ben the squirrel.

Angela the mouse.

Ben slips out the great hall doors holding a cookie close, looking all around.

Angela comes out of the gatehouse and spots the little Dibbun leaving Great Hall and hobbles over to him. "Where ye goin' son?"

Ben stops and looks up with those dibbun eyes, "'ookie." he holds up the cookie, as he smiles, "finda tall tree to sit unner."

Angela smiles. "That's a good idea, so long as ye 'ave permission. And ye 'ave my permission, so it's okay." She bends down so she can look him in the eyes. "What's yer name, hon?"

Ben fluffs his tail, "I Ben" he giggles and perks his ears some. "I gots nother ookie in bag if yous wants one."

Angela keeps smiling. "No thank ye, not right now. I do appreciate the offer, though." She looks at his bag, then back at him. "Are yer parents 'ere anyplace, hon?"

Ben wiggles his footpaw, his bag on his back has a little Martin the mouse stuffed likeness half poking out. "papa Oz somewhere." he looks up with those eyes again.

"Aye, that he is, but I'm not sure where," Angela agrees. She then gestures at the little toy. "That's a cute little toy ye got there. Is Martin the Warrior yer favourite?"

Ben carefully removes his bag nibbling his cookie and pulls it out, "he profect all us."

Angela nods. "Aye, 'e does protect all of us, and 'e gives us the courage to defend ourselves."

Ben nods and carefully places the toy back inside his bag, "I found hims in the ibbun room." he smiles nibbling his cookie some more.

Angela ohs. "Well, I'm glad ye rescued 'im. Those DAB Dibbuns aren't very nice to their toys sometimes." She watches him be careful with his toy.

Ben snores softly, "I good boy no DAB, baf time fun." he giggles, "I wike to help the kitchens." he nods, "cookies, pies, candied chestnuts, " he grins.

Angela nods and stands back upright. "Well, I'm glad to 'ear that, son. I need to go inside now. Keep bein' a good boy and don't climb trees or go to the pond without a grown-up around, okay?" She goes to pat his head, then goes on inside.

Ben squeaks softly and hops off for the orchard to enjoy the rest of his cookie

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