Evening was creeping into the Mossflower woods. It was time for dibbuns run to their homes and their open-arm waiting mothers, exhausted from their daily play and mischief. Candles would be lit, the supper would be carried on the tables and families would dig in. And after all was well and warm, beasts would gather besides the log-fire and spent the night telling stories and singing songs until sleep took them.
…That was what any sensible beast would be doing right now, Steck Vennet, a wandering bard, though a bit bitterly as he climbed over a fallen tree truck and hopped down, continuing in his way. …Tuck themselves somewhere warm and bright – not wade through the thick undergrowth, their paws wet and sore from all the walking, while hunger gnawed their stomachs.
Steck stopped for a moment, scratching behind his ear, looking around but seeing nothing that could give him any better directions than were he was already heading. This was rather discouraging… According to the directions that helpful water vole had given, he should have reached the main road by now. But here he still was, surrounded by the tall and ancient trees, no sight of the road and sun has already started its journey towards the horizon, painting the sky with illuminating shades of red and orange. The only explanation, of course, was that he had somehow strayed from his path… But in this massive underbrush one could lost even a sight of over-sized badger!
Steck let put a small sigh. Well, he couldn't help it now, could he? He should continue a bit more, try to find some nice and dry place or hole to spend his night… Have his traveler's evening meal, as meager as it would be…
Again, thinking about dry bread for a supper was a bit dispiriting. So Steck tarted whistle a tune, something that has just popped in his mind. And it didn't take long before hummed words were added to it. Singing always brightened his mind, uplifting his spirit, no matter the time or place.
_"Here's a song,
not from times far agone
I should know it – I spun it!
As I walk alone
To the place, they all call
The Abbey of Redwall"
"This jolly and smart mouse
Storyteller, second to none
But you won't see me grouse
As I travel on
Darkness doesn't scare this witty bard
I have travelled east to west
The trees can stand on their guard
And witnessing my gallant quest
To the place of legends of all
To the Abbey of Redwall"
"But in my midst of distress
The truth I find
My path has led me to digress
As there's no Red Walls in my sight…"_
The bard let out a snort and shook his head, chuckling: "Oh, that was just horrible! 'Find' and 'sight'? Oh, nonono, that won't do at all…"