Come And Learn, Young Children! AKA The School

[Sebias of Redwall]

Want a stowry 'bout me!

Waahh! (What he said^^^) Waaaahh

[Russa Nodrey]

*Gives Wite and Tungro each a cookie for choosing the third option on the poll*

Before we continue with our story, does anyone have any questions?

[The Witessss]

why he go to school? not stay at beer place?

[Russa Nodrey]

The local village school he attended was garbage and Madam Mason's School For Scholarly Lads was lit and opened many doors of opportunity.

Anyone else?

[Tungro]

Gev' to da stowy alredy!

[The Witessss]

The local village school he attended was garbage and Madam Mason's School For Scholarly Lads was lit and opened many doors of opportunity.

oh. me sees now.

[Kreg]

Gev' to da stowy alredy!

[The Skarzs]

Young kids. No respect.

[Tungro]

And what do you think your doing out of bed?

[Kreg]

Moy fet awee cowllddd

[Russa Nodrey]

*Hands Kreg a blanket*

Alright, where were we?

Dave arrived at the mansion, marched up the fifty-three steps to the front porch, and stabbed at the doorbell several times with his stumpy forefinger. He waited several moments, but no one came to the door. Little Dave was feeling quite alone. What if great-uncle Cecil was hard of hearing? What if nobody ever heard the doorbell and little Dave was doomed to wait outside in the frigid winter winds, wasting the rest of his tiny life waiting for a door that might never open. Little Dave was a rather dramatic little fellow. After ten minutes of waiting, he'd had enough. He unzipped his suitcase and pulled out his favorite brick, Leslie*. Leslie was good at breaking things and great-uncle Cecil's hundred-year-old stained glass kitchen window was no different.

Author's note: You see, Little Dave had no friends and had therefore made himself his own group of brick friends. They were the best companions imaginable. Very loyal.

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Are you enjoying the story, children?

[Kreg]

*snoring*

[Sebias of Redwall]

*pushes Kreg awake* Psst! Was that the story?

[Kreg]

oui tink

[Sebias of Redwall]

Really? *Looks confused*