Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.

In our imaginations we can go anywhere. Travel with me to Redwall in Mossflower country.

You love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you...all the young ones of the earth belong to you in friendship. Be good to them. —Breeze, to Sunflash the Mace

Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.

Where's the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?

I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean.

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!