CLAMMEY HANDS

[The Shadow of Korriban]

*You wake up to find yourself in a pink polka-dotted casket  that has beaver feet attached to the under-belly*  *You giggle then scream*

*You crain your long neck around in the casket while sitting up in an attempt to make something out in the red-gray fog*

*You hear an attractive voice*

[Verdauga]

"Morning, Sunshine."

[Ripred the Gnawer]

*Why*

[Kade Rivok]

You dare question Sheev?

[Booklover]

It's not so much about the bravery as expecting an answer.

[Russa Nodrey]

Why the beaver feet, though?

[Kade Rivok]

It's obviously very important that they be there.

[Russa Nodrey]

I wonder why.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Oh, it just wouldn't be the same without them. It couldn't work.

[Booklover]

But if the beavers are death defying, how did the feet end up here?

[Verdauga]

Different species of beaver, methinks.
Also, my hands are clammy. Does anyone have a hot cup of cocoa, coffee, or tea?

[Booklover]

But in Redwall there's only one beaver.

Teer might. Whether she'd ever give up her precious stash of peppermint tea is an entirely different question.

[Verdauga]

It's okay, I had coffee since then.

[Ripred the Gnawer]

Are we supposed to be geese?

[Kade Rivok]

You're a goose.