Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!" Alarm spread across Hugo's pudgy features. "Tell me, Jess. What dreadful thing has happened?" Jess spoke haltingly in a broken voice. "I fear that Cluny has tore up one of your oldest and most venerable dishrags. Alas, Redwall will never see it wipe another plate.

Imagination is a gift given to us from God and each one of us use it differently.

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.

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.

Throughout his life the memory of that happy day stayed locked secretly in (his) heart.

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.

A mouse is small and can go unnoticed: but there is no limit to what a brave heart and a fearless spirit can achieve.