It was a beautiful spring afternoon in the entire country side. Birds rejoiced aloud as the last of the snow had finally melted, leaving room for the flora and fauna to flourish. Bees droned lazily from flower to flower, adding their helpful bit in the reproduction of the beautiful area known as Mossflower. The rivers, springs, brooks, and creeks babbled merrily on, adding their hypnotic sounds to the scheme of things, the woods completely alive. This was Mossflower Woods song of the spring, and each and every creature that lived there, or even nearby, looked forward to it every year.
This fine afternoon, the orchard at Redwall Abbey was bursting with creatures both young and old. It had been a very long and hard winter, and everyone was looking forward to walking the grounds once more. The dibbuns were especially excited, because they were allowed to romp and play outside as much as they wanted, with the Infirmary Keeper nagging at them to come inside every five minutes. Spring was the time for everyone to unite and plant the crops that would be harvested in the summer, as well as in the fall. It was also a time for repairs and maintenance to be done to the beloved Abbey. It was also a time for celebration. Not only to welcome the coming season and provide it a name, but to honor those that had perished during the harsh winter, and for those that had been born as well.
The activities had been halted for the time being, and the grand tables from the Great Hall had been brought out and placed in the orchard. Piles upon piles of food had been brought out, each dish prepared days in advance for one of Redwall's fabled feasts. Every beast present was at the tables, gazing at the gorgeous food in anticipation of the coming battle. After the Abbot had said his piece, and grace had been chanted, it was time to dig in.
Three young Abbey dwellers sat together in the middle of the table, each one's plates piled high with food. They laughed and joshed with each other, as well as with the other Brother's and Sister's of the Abbey as well.
All three of them were fairly close in age, and had been good friends since they were dibbuns. The middle of the three, a wildcat by the name of Temperance, was the first to sit back from her plate to take a breather. "Good grief I never knew food could taste so good after being cooped up in the Abbey this whole time! I wonder why that is?" She thought about it for a moment and shrugged her shoulders then turned to one of her companions, a badger by the name of Silverflash. "Oy Silve, can you hand me that jug of strawberry cordial? Some beasts gone and drank all mine!"