“Sit still, be good, my Dibbuns-the special breakfast will soon be here. He turned slowly and, shooing two very young mice from his armchair, the aged squirrel sat, a twinkle in his eye as he watched his audience. They watched in silence as an ancient squirrel, silver haired and bent with age from long seasons, banked up the fire with two beech logs. All the available chairs and floor space had been taken up by little creatures-moles, mice, squirrels, and hedgehogs. Inside the gatehouse it was snug and warm, though there was not much room. Storm-bruised clouds, heavy and lowering, dropped teeming rain into the howling March wind, slanting in from the northwest to batter the last of winter’s snow that clung to the stones of Redwall Abbey. The Bellmaker Redwall, Book 7 Brian Jacques V2.0 There were lots of scanning errors doubtless many remain.
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