The Scroll Pile
You rush out of the tent, into Old Friar Butty's gatehouse "Hello, young un," he says. "Would you like to write in my here notebook?" aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa "opens a thick Yes pwease!" you answer. Old Friar Butty volume, and hands you a small quill pen. You pause, wondering what to write.
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Illustration © Christopher Denise Taken from redwall.org .
Dibbuns
I am a dibbun, and while sitting at home,
I decided to write a poem,
Bathtime and
Bed , what we hate the most,
U is for ungry for berrie scones an
toast,
N is for naughty, we always are, and
S is for silly, what we are by far.
By Gonfflet
It's a time we
all enjoy
Especially the hares!
The Season's named, and the feast is laid
Come on, pull up some chairs!
With Deeper'n'Ever pie from moles,
Raspberry pudding with cream from mice.
Cheeses and oat farl and meadowcream,
Oh, it all looks so nice!
October Ale is being brewed;
The aroma creeps up from below
Hedgehogs sniff and sigh with delight
Knowing it'll be just so.
A vat of hotroot soup by Skipper
A *cough* lovely delight, I'm sure!
(How they eat it, though,
I never will know!)
Some Sparra have come down from the Abbeytop.
Worms? Oh, how nice a gift!
Certain creatures, who understands?
But I'll give this custard a lift!
The fish comes out, a magnificent catch!
My mouth waters at the sight!
We all dig in with generous amounts
Until we groan in full-tummied delight!
The plates are being cleared away
Sleepy Dibbuns being carried to bed.
It's almost sunrise, *yawn* what a feast!
To the dormitories, a path we'll tread.
By Clara Sparra
Ironclaw aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa There once was a badger named Ironclaw. He liked having adventures when he was a little dibbun, and as it turns out, he did it for a while. When he was all grown up, he still did his little quests all the time. Although when he was grown up, sometimes they were life threatening. Here is a tale of one quest. This quest would forever change the life of Ironclaw. He was traveling through Mossflower Woods, off the edge of the Abbey when he heard a snarl. He looked around to find a wild cat about his size. The wildcat was an experienced and seasoned fighter as Ironclaw could tell. The cat tried to strike him down with a stroke from his mighty hand. But Ironclaw countered the attack with a huge punch from his mighty arm. When the wildcat awoke, he found he was in a trap. If he even moved a muscle, he saw that a spear would fall straight on him. So when the Badger came up, he came still. The Badger tried a truce and it worked. The two became buddies in awhile. A month later, Longclaw (the wildcat) and Ironclaw found a huge mound with a tunnel in it. Their curiosity took the best of them and they went in. The sight that was revealed to them was breathtaking. A magnificent palace underground but it didn't take long for them to see even deeper than that. They saw hundreds of woodland dibbuns being worked very hard under poor conditions to make items for this palace. The slavers were weasels, stoats and ferrets, the usual bad beasts. And Longclaw and Ironclaw knew they had to do something about that. The next day, they had gotten their weapons and arrived there. They were ready to free as many slaves as possible. They charged with unusually high strength and almost completely wiped out the whole place. All the woodland dibbens were saved and would be returned to all their homes. Ironclaw and Longclaw would forever remember this brave quest and so would the dibbuns they saved.
By Broadstripe
"There once was an otter
Who wouldn't go near the water.
'No no no! it's to wet'<
That's when she had her mind set
No water for her,no way!
But then one day
While she was walking through a glade
A rough otter pushes her in the water
'Ach ik! What have you done!?'
The otter smiled and replied 'Now aren't you the wet one!'
Now the young otter is one with the water
By Broadstripe
From back to front
Of Arrow thorn,
Begin your quest
In Early Morn.
Go to the place
Where land and sea
Meet in graceful
Tyranny.
Find the son of black heart
Turned to white
With him, set out
'cross meadow bright.
Seductive valley!
Beware the dusk!
For it doth live
As shadows must!
Keep to the path
Through hill and dale.
In three days, you shall sight
Noonvale.
The peace disturbed
The peacekeeper gone
In the place
Of eternal song.
Find a flower's grave
Recover the seeds.
Plant them now
Among the reeds.
By Clara Sparra
By Briella Roseflower
By Sandy
Mossflower Sing!
Sing your songs!
Mossflower Weave!
Weave your yarns!
For ballads immortal,
I must have a voice.
And so far, nobeast
Is a suitable choice.
But Beautiful Wood!
There's a mouse that I know
Who's a destiny:
Seeds of music to sow.
A musical mouse?
Oh, bring him to me!
Soon my songs
Will be finally free!
You sent for me, Forest?
Yes, I did!
Of a joyful Spirit,
You never are rid.
I'll give you the gift,
The gift of song.
I will sing through you
Your whole life long.
Why thank you, Mossflow'r!
I must be off!
Just, tell me your name!
Why, matey, it's Gonff!
By Clara Sparra
DAB through thick!
DAB through thin!
We can say with pride
DAB's the club we're in!
Arven began it
So long ago.
Under his rule,
DAB flourished, sooooo...
DAB through thick!
DAB through thin!
We can say with pride
DAB's the club we're in!
A dark mouse came
But soon he left.
The harmony of DAB
Can't be cleft, sooooo...
DAB through thick!
DAB through thin!
We can say with pride
DAB's the club we're in!
Nutria tried,
But where'd she go?
Arven came back,
He's the elder, sooooo...
DAB through thick!
DAB through thin!
We can say with pride
DAB's the club we're in!
Many tried to take over,
But only one did.
Gonfflet is the ringleader,
And things are great, sooooo...
DAB through thick!
DAB through thin!
We can say with pride
DAB's the club we're in!
Now DAB's growing
And we're all having fun.
Eating candied chestnuts
And lounging in the sun, sooooo...
DAB through thick!
DAB through thin!
We can say with pride
DAB's the club we're in!
By Clara Sparra
At the Abbot's Knee
At the Abbot's knee
I've learned so much.
From when the Abbot's knee
Was he highest I could touch.
I still remember
His kind smiling face
And I think so kindly
Of my lessons in this place.
My little dear,
Play nice with your friends.
And when there's a fight,
Be the first to make amends.
Wash your paws
Before each meal.
And candied chestnuts
You must never steal.
See this letter?
This letter is C.
Abbey Recorder
You someday could be!
If somebeast has
A tummyache,
A mix of peppermint and water
You should make.
Lay the blackberries
In meadowcream.
Now bake it for a while.
Mm! Smells like a dream!
Bigger lessons by far
There were,
Why do the old ones
have to die, sir?
Little one,
We all have a fate.
We'll all find ourselves
At the Dark Forest gate.
But why, Father Abbot?
Why do we go?
I don't know, tiny friend,
I only know 'tis so.
And I remember his smile
As he said this to me.
The Abbot had a smile
That would set anybeast free.
And now, as I bestrew
His grave with pansy,
I know, in my heart,
He is still teaching me.
Clara
Sparra
She came and went
And never did speak.
What did we know of her?
She never did speak.
The daughter of Bowfleg
The wife of Sixclaws.
Unnoticed she was
This wife of Sixclaws.
She bore a son
Then faded away.
Swartt never mourned
When she faded away.
Imagine her life!
Just to be Bluefen.
It must have been hard
Just to be Bluefen.
Inspired by a message by Rosemary
Sprig
By Clara Sparra
By Sunflash
There once was a mole
who dug many a hole
his friend the mouse
borowed all his his house
that's why the mole lived in a hole
By Broadstripe
War is terrible
Very unreliable.
Many are killed
Tear buckets are filled.
That's why war is undeclarable.
By Broadstripe
If yon hedges could talk,
They'd want to walk,
Down to the River of Moss.
Down to talk with my boss.
Together they'd form a plan,
In which to form a clan.
And then they'd want to paddle,
Right from in their saddle.
But then Foremole says," Yurr, whur bee moi liddle
Dezz?"
He will not find her today,
For she has gone away.
Off with the hedges, otters, and shrews,
Always eating Hotroot stew...
By Raerem.
Feel the Silent One squeeze you tight.
She'll do what she knows is right.
Striking out at everything in sight.
Off and looking for her mite.
By Raerem
At the end of the night,
We watch her take flight.
As she goes up to soar,
We will fear her no more.
She helped Matthias to find the sword.
Of the Sparra, now she is Lord.
By Raerem
A New Family on the Block
An old and dieing squirrel sat next to an even older and dying fire. Her front door opened and she struggled to bring the call out of her mouth. Come in. She made a very bad mistake. A vermin patrol burst in. Come ere t cllect Th Kings Tax! Now hand over the grub! yelled the stoat captain in charge. What? queried the old squirrel, I didnt know there was a king. Lord Verduga Greeneyes. Lord of Mossflower. Slayer of- rattled off three rats behind the stoat. STOE IT! THE KING AINT HERE! commanded the now annoyed stoat cutting off the rats. We want alf of your bread, cheese, ale, cordial, flan, beer, fish, nuts, salt, etcetera, etcetera. Th King has now moved in, and as a hungry army t feed! Now fork it ovr! bellowed the captain.
Whats goin on, Granma? chattered a small dibbun Squirrel who waddled in. Nothing, child, just some new folks in town. Run along and play, replied the squirrels grandmother. The dibbun hid under a blanket nearby. Hmmm. It looks like that one could be in Th fields. I expect her there in the mornin! Just be outside the big sandstone fortress, Kotir! Remember that name! If she isnt there tmorra, then you an her are dead! commanded the stoat captain smoothly.
That was enough for the ancient squirrel. The food was one thing but her grand child was another. Amber was the center of her life, and she couldnt let her go.
No! the grandmother screamed, I shall not have of it! She took out a ladle from her apron and started punching, kicking, and thwacking with her ladle. She didnt get far. Her eyes went wide with fear as she saw the gleaming spearhead in front of her. Then she saw Amber. Run child Run! Tell Bella! RUN!!!!
Take er away, to the wettest, darkest cell in Kotir!
No! screamed Amber.
Get er! the Captain ordered.
They chased her but they werent fast enough. She got away.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Who is there? asked the badger, Bella of Brockhall to the knock on her door. Iz me, Amber, Miz Bella. Well come in then, its freezing out there! As Amber came in she saw for the first time in her young life a place that would be as important to her as almost anything, Brockhall. Amber burst into her story. I was playin in th hut when a vermin ptrol burst in an ordered us t be in th fields an give em our foo Slow down, Amber. I have the time. Sunflash and Boar arent here yet. So she recited her story completely. I know, Amber, its hard. And Ive heard of this King, but well get you with a nice squirrel family soon. Ive heard of a nice couple that doesnt have any babes yet not very far from here. We can go meet them tomorrow. Otay. I tired Miz Bella. I want t go t bed. Alright. Follow me.
She led the squirrel to an unused room and then left her to sleep.
A robin came to the window.
Gather everybeast. Tell them to meet here at Brockhall, Said Bella. Yes, Bella.
Oh and, Chibb, tell them its about our new King. With a quizzical look on his face, the robin flew off.
To Bella it looked like it was going to be a hard winter.
For Amber, it looked like it was going to be a hard life.
By Elmner
Stormfin
Terrible enemy,a symbol
Of fear with blood
Red waters surrounding the
Massive hunter, the
Fins terrify creatures
Instantly &
Never fails.
There wuz me fighting of twennyeleven Marmfosskers. I hit them again an' again an', they all run 'way yellin "help save us!". finaly me daddy Skipper opens the Abbey gates and I go in. I got a hooj pot of hotroot soup all to meself for savin' the Abbey from Marmfosskers.
By Skipper Jr.
TSARMINA
Sufficient
warrior
And the daughter of Verdaga Greeneyes
& with a
Realy
bad temper
Many
were killed by Tsarmina, even soldiers
In
her fortress of Kotir until Martin the Warrior led the
Native
goodbeast
Against
her , & won!
By Broadstripe
Once there was a dibbun who was called likkle
Truthstripe,
And he was very much the naughty type,
To care for him you would never stop the feedin',
And his name was very misleadin'.
And when his mum was knittin',
He would never stop spittin'.
By Truthstripe the Friendly
By Aguachica
Friendship
Fanfics
Noonvale by Clara Sparra
Harlequin by Dwopple
'The Bar Fight, or Why Martin Smells Like Elderberry Wine' by Redfur
Death of a Warrior, by Redfur
Rose by Clara Sparra
Fearhide Diebold by Jukka the Sling