If you, too, are travelling, questing or journeying anywhere, remember this. You will always find a welcome here at Redwall Abbey, young or old.
Life is one long journey from beginning to end, you know. We all walk different roads, both with our bodies and our minds. Some of us lose heart and fall by the wayside, whilst others go on to realise their dreams and desires.
Muggum waved his beaker at the passing elders, who tip-pawed around him. “Yurr, moind ee paws, you’m nearly trodded in this choild’s brekkist. Whurr’s ee manners? Hurr!”
Below on the grass, chaos ensued. A molebabe and a tiny shrewlet had decided to stop and share some candied chestnuts between them. Another molebabe tripped over them. He forgot the race and joined the pair. “Hurr, worrum ee got thurr, candee chesknutters, oi’m gurtly fond o’ they’m, boi ’okey oi arr!” The shrewlet passed him a few. “Den h’eat dese up, nuts make y’go faster, we still winna race, mate!”
“Friendship is the greatest gift one can give to another.
“When the sun sets like fire, I will think of you, when the moon casts its light, I’ll remember, too, if a soft rain falls gently, I’ll stand in this place, recalling the last time, I saw your kind face. Good fortune go with you, to your journey’s end, let the waters run calmly, for you, my dear friend.”
Baby Buffle interrupted the good sister by piping up, “Nonomorragerrabaffinwirrawater!” Martha gave Shilly a puzzled look. “What did he say?” The little squirrel grinned from ear to ear and did a somersault. “Iffa water bee’s short, Dibbuns can’t not get baffed. Yeeheeheehee!”