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Besides being a LOTR fan, I am also a Redwall fan, named Cocklestar Rushmint (I am a mouse). If you’ve never read the Redwall series by Brian Jacques, you are missing out on something great. Redwall is about mice who live in a sort of medieval abbey (yup, Redwall Abbey), and go on quests, fight off vermin, and that sort of thing. There are 17 or 18 books in his series, the latest being Rakkety Tam. Try checking them out!
Redwall facts:
~Redwall was first published in 1986.
~Brian Jacques first wrote Redwall as a story for blind children at a school he delivered milk to. A friend saw it and said it should be published, and it did!
~Brian Jacques is British, so all the animals in the books are ones that were originally from Britain. That’s why there are no chipmunks or skunks in the books.
~The character Gonff in Mossflower is modeled after Brian Jacques himself.
~Brian Jacques was a sailor, truck driver, longshoreman, comedian, folksinger, radio host, and milk deliverer before becoming the author of the Redwall series.
Redwall links:
http://www.redwall.org (Brian Jacques’ home page)
http://www.geocities.com/dabdibbun (an awesome role-playing site) (Dibbuns are the child creatures)
www.redwall.net (a Redwall site; you can get an e-mail account here)
www.rocdebates.proboards23.com (a Redwall Online Community debate board)
Redwall Pics That I've Drawn
This is me, Cocklestar.
This is for my dearest internet friend, Shadowfang. I miss you so much!! Go pillow fighting, fainting, owls and ducks!
This is Tinsy, Mossa, Horty, Shadowfang, and myself having tea in a tornado. (from RPing in DAB)
"Abstract Hare"
Coggs and Ferdy, two hedgehog Dibbun wanna-be warriors.
Dibbuns Try a Prank: a Redwall fanfiction
There was once a mole Dibbun named Durrsowl, who decided to try a prank on an elder. “Hoi, Sloey, wanna play a twick onna eldah? Oi knows jus’ wot we can do.”
Sloey looked up from the strawberry patch she was hiding in, strawberry juice running from her mouth. “Yah, wot is it?”
Durrsowl looked around mischiefly, making sure there were no adults around. He whispered, “Folloo me.”
He led her to the big hole next to the crumbling South Wall, then pointed down. “Oi heard dat da Friar got covered in mud from daown der. He got alla green in da noight and lit up. He even scared the adults, and Mudder Mellus!”
”Ooh, even the adults got scared! I tot dey don’t evah get scared!” Sloey replied. Durrsowl smiled at her and tried to wink, but only succeeded in blinking both eyes. “Dat’s wot we are going ta troi! If’n we goes down der, and cover’s ahselves in da mud, den we c’n scare de adults. Tink of Mudder Mellus shrieking and scared!”
Sloey agreed with him, and they began to descend the mole-made tunnel. “Ooh, ‘tis slippery down here,” Sloey commented. “Hold tight to moi paw, and oi’ll hold onter da rope,” Durrsowl said. He grabbed onto the rope, and they descended down and down. It grew darker and danker, and Sloey had a hard time getting her eyes to adjust.
When they reached the bottom where a platform stood around a well, they noticed that a lantern was still shining. An elder must have left it there. “Lookit, a wope laddah is hanging down der. And h’i don’t hear da water down der anymore,” Sloey said excitedly. She hadn’t forgotten her fall down there earlier in the week, when the Skipper of Otters saved her from an eel, but she knew that he had killed it, and that the adults had drained the tunnel.
Durrsowl grabbed her paw, saying, “Coom on, we don’t got alla day.” He grabbed the lantern and tied it to himself with a piece of rope that had been lying about. “Oh, now me’s scared,” said Sloey. “But ah’ll come on anyway.”
She began to descend the rope ladder after Durrsowl. The ladder creaked and swayed, and sometimes they thought that they would fall off. They couldn’t see the bottom, only a deep dark black hole. But they descended down, and reached the bottom. They dropped off the ladder onto hard ground. “Whoo, dat was hard work. Oi’m ecstotted!” Sloey said. “Oi doan’t see any tunnel daown here,” said Durrsowl dejectedly, looking around. “Dey went thru a tunnell dat a mole made, but oi don’t see any tunneller.”
Sloey looked around. The walls went up, and the light from the latern cast a small flickering shine around the cavern. The cavern was big (to a Dibbun), and seemed like the perfect hiding place for when the Dibbuns didn’t want to go to bed or get a bath. Sloey noticed a hole in the ground at the other side of the cavern. She wondered if the hole had a tunnel going through it. “Lookit over there. There’s a great big hole going inta the ground!”
Durrsowl looked where she pointed, and walked through the dry dirt to it. “Oi doan’t knows if it was built boi moles, but it’s a gurt big one, bo hurr.” He looked down it. “It shore is deep, and wot if der’s a gurt snake-fish down der? Oi doan’t tinks you wanna go down der.”
Sloey looked down it, shuddered, and backed away. She looked around, wondering where the adults had gone, and not knowing that they went through a tunnel in the wall of the hole they had come down through. She suddenly got a bright idea. “Mebbe dis is da place where dey got’s da mud on dem. It’s just all dwy now! P’raps if’n we rolls around in it, we’ll get alla green when we comes out!”
Durrsowl cheered up right away. “Yah, mebbe! Let’s troi it an’ see!” They both began rolling around in the dirt, encouraging one another to get dirtier. “Dat’s it, Sloey! Get doitier!”
”Cum on, Durrsowl, cancha get any dirtier? I’ve got more dirt on me, so me’ll scare Muther Mellus more.”
”Huh uh, oi’ll scare her more.”
They got so dirty that you couldn’t see the color of their fur. Durrsowl and Sloey stopped and lay in the dirt, breathing hard. “Oi tinks we’d better git back now, so’s we don’t worry da elders.”
”Me tinks you’s right, so let’s go.”
Sloey picked up the lantern, tying it around herself. She was very eager to get back and tell the other Dibbuns about the new hiding place. “Oi was gonna carry de lantern, Sloey, but if’n you wants ta carry it now, go ahead,” Durrsowl said. Sloey began climbing slowly up the rope ladder, with Durrsowl right behind her. It took about a half hour, with lots of breaks, but they finally made it to the top.
”Wow, it’s a lot harder climbing up da ladder dan climbing down,” Sloey observed breathlessly. “Dat’s cuz we was made ta go down, not up,” replied Durrsowl with his mole logic. “Let’s go now; oi wanna see Mudder Mellus’ face when she see’s us’ns.”
Sloey untied the lantern, set it down on the wooden platform, then followed Durrsowl out the tunnel. “Yowch, da sun hurts my h’eyes!” yelled Sloey. Durrsowl smiled, used to going in and out of tunnels. Then he noticed something. “Sloey, you’s s’posed ta be green. But oi don’t see green on ya.”
Sloey looked through her squinted eyes at herself, then at Durrsowl. “You don’t look green, eeder. You jus’ looks like a durty Dibbun.”
Then they realized something. “Oh no!” they cried at the same time. Suddenly they heard heavy footsteps behind them, and a stern cry. “Where have you two been? We’ve been looking all over for you, and suddenly you show up. And look at you! You’re covered in dirt! You two are going straight up to a bath, and then bed. No more running off today!” Mother Mellus took them both by their arms and marched them straight off to the infirmary, an angry look on her face.
The Skipper of Otters had seen the whole thing, and knew what had gone on. He gathered some moles, and they blocked off the entrance to the tunnel. Sloey and Durrsowl got a good scrubbing down, and they wished they had never heard of green glowing friars.