The fox was beyond evil. He dragged his slaves through the woods. He was dressed from head to toe in black war armour, and he had five knives and a cruel twisted sword. The fox's teeth stuck out at odd angles over his lips. His claws (which he had lost in battle) were replaced with vicious golden hooks. He grabbed an old otter and threw him to the ground.
"KEEP IN STEP OLD MAN!!!!"
The otter lifted his chains and groaned. A young mouse and a young squirrel held up his arms and helped him walked, "Don't worry father, we'll help you."
The otter smiled, "Thank you Twyla, thank you Lilla."
Twyla, the mousemaid, was oddly speckled, her eyes were a very deep shade of grey. Lilla, the squirrelmaid, had grey fur and a smaller tail than red squirrels.
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The otter, extremely tall and wide, grabbed a butcher's knife and started parrying the efforts of the large growing mass. "Back!! Back you evil thing! Yaaaaahh!!!!" The otter was buried underneath the large pile of dough.
"Albert!!" An old mouse, with grey fur and crystal spectacles, slightly burnt on the edges, thrust his hands into the fluffy dough, he felt around and grabbed the Friar's hands.
The otter was pulled out slashing at the dough, "Thanks Father Abbot. Yaaaaaah!!!!" The Friar slashed the dough into small pieces and dropped them into a bowl, "Edward, I know you'll deny it, but this time I know it was Kellist."
"Now Friar Albert, be compassionate," The Abbot helped his friend to a seat, "Kellist is just confused. He came here on a slave ship and has no idea what to take of abbey life."
"I DON'T CARE IF HE CAME HERE ON A PIECE OF PIE!!! HE'S NOT STEPPING INSIDE MY KITCHEN EVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Hello Friar, Abbot." A young mouse with strange mottled fur smiled and waved to his elders, "What's wrong, Friar?"
The Friar raised his voice beyond anything anyone had ever heard, "GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!!!!!"
Kellist and the Abbot rushed out of the otter's territory.
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10 seasons ago...
The ferret warlord smiled as he saw his collection of slaves. The ferret dressed as a true corsair, silks, satins, brass earrings and bracelets. A curved scimitar was thrust into his belt. A few mice, many otters, and one badger. "I am Esellis, ferret warlord and you are my slaves. Now all you parents are of no use to me."
Sella, the Queen of the islands started crying, "My baby, let him go!!!"
"Sella, Sella, of course, I'll let him go... If your husband gives control of the islands to me."
"Never, I'd rather die!!"
"That can be arranged." Esellis flicked his paw. A huge stoat smiled and clambered over to the parents and raised his axe.