I had gone over my plan 10 times or more by twilight. I silently dove into the ice-cold water and headed in the direction of the boat. Reaching the canoe wasn't the hard part, it was getting into it and past the swan. After several failed attempts at crawling into it, I decided to try just one more time. I finally met success, but in waking the swan instead. Hastily, I ducked into the hollow of the craft, and kicked with all my might. The bird gave up the chase only when the water in the river became too shallow. I waited awhile before landing the boat, and promtly fell asleep on the bank.

When I woke, I left the craft and headed for the trees. I wasn't long before I reach the abbey, and I headed for the kitchens. Why not chomp on a scone while searching for the abbess to report to...

After the nameday for the autumn, one of the dibbuns was playing on the battlements and was kidnapped by a small horde of vermin, wanting revenge on the abbey. You and three of your companions go out to recover the dibbun and defeat the vermin horde. The abbey hasn't had a warrior in countless seaons and the sword of Martin has not been found. Out in Mossflower woods, you find the horde, but are unsure if you can defeat them with your meager weapons. The dibbun is in a sack at the middle of camp next to the fire and the vermin leader Big Brush the fox. Most of the vermin have archery experience and have a dagger, and a bow to use. All the rest of the vermin have short swords and a few lances. Big Brush has a rusty battle axe and the knowledge to use it. Before Big Brush left the abbey, he left a note saying to bring all the valuables in the abbey in exchange for the dibbun. You have five sunsets to complete this task, 5 sunsets before Big Brush murders the dibbun. Can you do it in time? What would you do? And more importantly, when would you do it?

Tussilo throws the spear upwards with all his might. The point sails out of the pit with the vine trailing behind. He then gives the vine a sharp tug making the spear straighten out sideways. It lands with a clatter lying lengthways accross the hole.

"Oh good, Now i can shimmey on up this vine and take out some rage on those pesky painted ones." "Hmm, but what to do about this mud....oh, I know!" Tussilo reaches down into the mud again. His whole chest and lower body has been completly entombed in mud. He comes in contact with the small sword that had also fallen down with him. He pulls it free and then begins chopping away at the hard mud. Dirt clods fly everywhere as the determined hare chops away at the mud that has now turned to clay. He soon frees his chest and begins work on the his lower body and legs. Its nearly noontime when he finally gets free. He shoves the dirt-caked sword into his mouth. He bites down on it and then grips the vine firmly. Tussilo begins his climb to the top. Paw by paw he pulls himself up and out of the horrid pit. He steps on firm ground and brushes some leftover dirt from his fur. He looks around.

"Hmmm, all the bally painted thingys have flown the coop. Oh well. We'll have to dance the dance of death some other time I suppose.." He stashes the sword in his belt and then runs off back home towards Rosewood Abbey.