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Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.

Brian Jacques

Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.
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Magic Thinking Warrior
Sometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they’re never really gone. Somewhere they’re watching over you and they’re always there inside your heart. -Martin
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Grow Up Heart More Over
The young mouse’s eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder. He struck for Redwall! He struck against evil! He struck for Martin! He struck for Log-a-Log and his shrews!
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Clear Eye Light Snap Snow
Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.
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Broke Sea White
So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!
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Ago Long Night Wind
Shake paws, count your claws, You steal mine, I’ll borrow yours. Watch my whiskers, check both ears. Robber foxes have no fears.
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Ears Paws Watches
Friend is a very small word, A little sound we make, For one who is true, one who will do, Great deeds for friendship’s sake.
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Deeds Sake Sound
Tell the Queen that there’s been a robin red-breast hanging about Kotir grounds. It flies down low and vanishes near the floor. Cludd thinks it might be something to do with those woodlanders.
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Queens Robins Thinking
Now, I’m to say nothing to Fortunata or Ashleg… ‘I must tell the Queen that a robin has seen Cludd hanging about. No, that’s not right. I must tellt he robin taht Cludd has been hanging the Queen.
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Fortunata Hanging Queen Right
See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.
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Follow Heart Mouse Small
Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!” Alarm spread across Hugo’s pudgy features.
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Broken Friends Old Voice
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
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Company Fate Fickle
The advice I continually give to young writers is this, “Learn to paint pictures with words.” Not just once upon a time, but … In the long secret dust of ages, beneath a blue forgotten sky, where trade winds caress the sun bleached shores of unknown realms …
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Age Blue Heart Writing
Step aside? I step aside for nobeast, whether it be a hallowed hedgehog, an officious otter, a seasoned squirrel, a mutterin’ mole or a befuddled badger!
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Moles Otters Squirrels
I am a people watcher and I have a very good memory.
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Good Memories People Very
We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
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Chopped Country Peopel Sycamore

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