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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!

Brian Jacques

There are enough cowards in the world without killing a brave creature for so little reason.
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Brave Coward World
We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
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Chopped Country Peopel Sycamore
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
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Company Fate Fickle
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
Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.
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Games Play Trying
Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come, A thief a warrior and a mole. Though the quest may take its toll, We’ll march until we reach our goal.
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Goal Thieves Warrior
A mouse is small and can go unnoticed: but there is no limit to what a brave heart and a fearless spirit can achieve.
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Brave Fearless Heart
The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
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Door Open Travellers Woodlands
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
Armel shrugged. “I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?” Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder.
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Brother Fighting Land
I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc… to find success writing children’s novels.
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Children Thinking Writing
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
Who rules o’er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? ‘Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!
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Dreams Forgotten Kingdom Path Seems
Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, you’ll regret the day, When you took a mouse thief and locked him away, Silly cat, look at that, it’s two for one, A thief and a warrior, by dawn will be gone.
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Cat Regret Silly Thief
Happiness can be brief, but it knows no time in the land of dreams.
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Dream Happiness Knows Land
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

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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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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