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From YouTube: A reading from 'Redwall' by Brian Jacques
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A reading from Darren at BCP Libraries of one of his favourite books, 'Redwall' by Brian Jacques.
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He
rubbed
tenderly
at
his
damp
snub
nose
while
slowly
taking
stock
of
where
he
had
landed
directly
at
the
feet
of
abbot
mortimer,
immediately
matthias
scrambled
about
on
all
fours
hastily
trying
to
stuff
nuts
back
into
the
basket,
as
he
muttered
comedy
apologies,
avoiding
the
stern
gaze
of
his
elder
sorry,
father
abbott.
I
tripped
you
see
trot
on
my
abbot
father
habit.
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How
can
you
ever
hope
to
be
accepted
as
a
mouse
of
red
wall
when
you
are
always
dashing
about
grinning
from
whisker
to
tail
like
a
mad
rabbit,
matthias
tossed
the
last
of
the
hazelnuts
into
the
basket
and
did
awkwardly
shuffling
his
large
sandals
in
the
grass?
How
could
he
say
aloud
what
was
in
his
heart?
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A
A
curious
thrush
perching
in
the
gnarled
pear
tree
watched
the
two
figures
make
their
way
at
a
sedate
pace
in
the
direction
of
the
great
hall,
one
clad
in
the
dark
greeny
brown
of
the
order,
the
other
garbed
in
the
lighter
green
of
a
novice
they
conversed
earnestly
in
low
tones
thinking.
What
a
clever
bird
he
was,
the
thrush
swooped
down
on
the
basket
that
had
been
left
behind
twisters
the
basket
contained
any
hard
nuts
looked
tight
within
their
shells.
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A
It
was
cool
inside
great
hall,
sunlight
flooded
down
in
slanting,
rainbow
huge
shafts
from
the
high
narrow
stained
glass
windows,
a
million
coloured
dust,
motes
danced
and
swirled.
As
a
two
miles
trod
the
ancient
stone
floor,
the
father
abbott
halted
in
front
of
the
wall
on
which
hung
a
long
tapestry.
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A
A
It
was
a
heroic
looking
mouse
with
a
fearless
smile
on
his
handsome
face,
clad
in
armor.
He
leaned
casually
on
an
impressive
sword,
while
behind
him,
foxes,
wildcats
and
vermin
fled
in
terror.
The
young
mouse
gazed
in
admiration,
oh
father
abbott,
he
sighed.
If
only
I
could
be
like
martin,
the
warrior,
he
was
the
bravest
most
courageous
mouse
that
ever
lived.
A
The
abbot
sat
down
slowly
on
the
coned
stone
floor,
resting
his
back
against
the
wall.
Listen
to
what
I
say.
Matthias
you've
been
like
a
son
to
me
ever
since
you
first
came
to
our
gates
as
an
orphaned
woodland,
mouse
begging
to
be
taken
in
come
sit
by
me,
and
I
will
try
to
explain
to
you
what
our
order
is
all
about.
A
We
are
might
of
peace.
Oh,
I
know
martin
was
a
warrior
mouse,
but
those
were
wild
days
when
strength
was
needed.
The
strength
of
a
champion
such
as
martin,
he
arrived
here
in
deep
winter
when
the
founders
were
under
attack
from
many
foxes,
vermin
and
a
great
wildcat
so
fierce.
The
fighter
was
martin
that
he
faced
the
enemy
single
poured,
driving
them
mercilessly
far
from
moss
flower
during
the
route.
Martin
fought
a
great
battle
against
overwhelming
odds.
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A
A
A
A
Even
predators
will
not
harm
a
mouse
who
wears
the
habit
of
our
order.
They
know
he
or
she
is
one
who
will
heal
and
give
aid.
It
is
an
unwritten
law
that
red
wall
mice
can
go
anywhere
through
any
territory
and
pass
unharmed
at
all
times.
We
must
live
up
to
this.
It
is
our
way
our
very
life,
as
the
abbot
spoke,
so
his
voice
increased
in
volume
and
solemnity.
A
Matthias
sat
under
his
stone
gaze,
completely
humbled
abbott
mortimer
stood
and
put
a
wrinkled
old
paw
lightly
on
the
small
head
right
between
the
velvety
ears,
now
drooping
with
shame
once
more,
the
abbott's
heart
softened
towards
the
little
mouse
poor
mathias
a
last
few
ambitions.
The
day
of
the
warrior
is
gone.
My
son,
we
live
in
peaceful
times,
thank
heaven
and
you
need
only
think
of
obeying
me
or
abbot
and
doing
as
you
were
bidden
in
time
to
come.
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A
There
are
many
many
days
of
warm
sun
ahead
of
us,
go
back
and
get
your
basket
of
hazelnuts.
Tonight
we
have
a
great
feast
to
celebrate
my
golden
jubilee
as
abbot
when
you've
taken
the
nuts
to
the
kitchen.
I
have
a
special
task
for
you.
Yes,
indeed,
I'll
need
some
fine
fish
for
the
table.
Get
your
rod.
A
Tell
brother
elf
that
he's
take
you
fishing
in
the
small
boat.
That's
what
young
mice
like
to
do?
Isn't
it?
Who
knows
you?
May
land
a
fine
trout
or
some
sticklebacks
run
along
now,
young
one
happiness
filled
mathias
from
tail
to
whiskers,
as
he
bobbed
a
quick
bow
to
his
superior
and
shuffled
off,
smiling
benignly.
The
abbot
watched
him
go
little
rascal.
He
must
have
a
word
with
the
almana
to
see
if
some
sandals
could
be
found
that
were
the
right
fit
for
matthias
small,
wonder
the
poor
mouse
kept
tripping
up.