At the teenage squirrelmaid named Arries ruffling his fur affectionately, Alan giggled and blushed a slight red.
“Why would I want to ‘break the Abbey’? I can bend it, tangle, wring, pull apart and put back together; but never break it! That’s just unnatural! And, besides, I’ll always restore it to normal once I’m finished, anyway!” Alan stuffed the chestnut in his mouth. Swallowing, the squirrel child hugged Bomboar round his neck, then turned to Dervo.
“Hey, little Dervo!” He laughed at the comical nickname. “Whatcha up to? Did you see my tricks with the Abbey? I’ve been getting better, you ought to watch when you get the time!”
Then again, Al thought. It’s not like he ever has the time. Stoat or not, he’s one of us. Why doesn’t he ever act that way?
“Bernko throwing rocks again? He’s gonna break something sooner or later, like little Dervo’s nose! Can’t we all please learn to trust him like family? But, heck, I’m talking too much!” He threw his paws up in the arms in a humorous and dismissive fashion, and great excitement entered his voice. “Whatcha y’all say we go get some food?”
Propelling paws forward again, he spun them around in circles, pretending to open a mystical gateway to the Kitchens of Redwall Abbey. Without taking his gaze away, he addressed Arries in front of him.
“So, Arries, what’s up? Been flirting with the other teenage squirrels a lot lately? You seem to be doing it more often than usual, or maybe that’s just me thinking too hard.”