It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. —Boldred

I wrote about a bird that cleaned a crocodile's teeth. The story was so good that my teacher could not believe that a ten-year-old could write that well. I was even punished because my teacher thought I'd lied about writing it! I had always loved to write, but it was then that I realized that I had a talent for it.

Armel shrugged. "I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?" Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder. "Because there's always good and bad in the land, and goodbeasts have to protect their friends an' families from evil ones who want nothing but to conquer an' destroy.

A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

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

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.

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