A fine summer afternoon it was in Mossflower Country as an ancient mouse made his way slowly along the path towards Redwall Abbey. Being weighed by many seasons, the old creature was very slow, but he hummed a happy tune as he went, enjoying the warm day. He carried with him a long staff, and a haversack on his thin back. He was garbed in the simple tunic of a traveler. Finally, he made it to the big gates of the Abbey. Music and voices could be heard from within, and the tempting aromas of freshly cooked food wafted outward to greet the mouse's nostrils. He raised a shaky arm and knocked upon the aged wood with his staff.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Almost instantly, a friendly voice called from within, "Who goes there? Friend or foe?"
The mouse sm…Read more >