*A ferret, garbed in fairly flashy clothing, including a shimmery cape and a large, floppy hat with a huge feather, wanders into the hall, never realizing that a squirrel followed this same path almost a year ago. Mickle looks around sadly at the place that was his home for so long after his fleeing of Redwall. He walks over to the same table that Nutty had sat at and slumps into the same seat, losing himself to the memories.* -- Lakewood Abbey Social Hall

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Date Posted: 09:12:24 11/11/06 Sat
Author: Mickle Swiftstrike
Subject: *A ferret, garbed in fairly flashy clothing, including a shimmery cape and a large, floppy hat with a huge feather, wanders into the hall, never realizing that a squirrel followed this same path almost a year ago. Mickle looks around sadly at the place that was his home for so long after his fleeing of Redwall. He walks over to the same table that Nutty had sat at and slumps into the same seat, losing himself to the memories.*
In reply to: Ex-Colonel Nuttimer 's message, "Hallowed Halls" on 09:53:58 02/21/06 Tue

>*The squirrel, fairly older since his last visit,
>enters through the wide doors of the Abbey. The hall
>appears to be deserted; the abbey is cold, the candles
>have burned themselves out. Everything is covered with
>dust, and a cloud of gloom sits over the hall as the
>sharp winter wind whistles outside and in through the
>still-open doors, stirring old parchment rolls lying
>on a nearby wooden table.
>
>Nuttimer Bushtail, for this is the visitor, sits down
>and shuffles the parchment with numb paws. It has been
>nearly a year since laughter was heard in the great
>Abbey. He speaks quiety to himself*
>
>What's become of the otter and mole that struck out on
>their own to settle this empty place? Why is it that
>magnificence fades so?
>
>*Struck by the injustice of it all, the lingering
>visitor throws aside the parchment and buries his face
>in his paws.

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