This is the story of Lenora Longtail, written in her own words and the words of her friends, each account being compiled by Ivy Oakmaid, Recorder of Redwall and friend of said mousemaid.
The old squirrel sat dozing peacefully in the fire warmed expanse of Redwall's Cavern Hole. Sighing contentedly, she snuggled deeper into her large plush armchair. The fire crackled and spat, eagerly consuming the birch logs within the grate. The squirrel noted it all in silence, satisfied to simply let the quiet and stillness reign. The slight pitter patter of paws however, heralded the end of her reverie. Feeling a slight weight in her lap, the aged creature slowly opened her eyes, smiling at the youngster sitting atop her knees. Two other Dibbuns (fo…
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