In the darkness of the night, Bella of Brockhall was searching the gatehouse. Midsummers Eve was coming, and she needed to find a poem. Reciting was a favorite amongst the elders, and besides, Bella wanted to impress her favorite little Dibbun, Marshie. Marshie wasn't like the other Dibbuns, rowdy and mischievous. The little mouse was just the opposite. She loved listening to stories and poems.
"Eh, what's this?" Bella muttered to herself. She had found an old journal, close to crumbling. "I can wait another day to find a poem, but thisthing needs help, quick!" Bella took the book inside the famous Redwall Abbey. There she went to the kitchens to find Friar Gurntel, a rotund little mole who was expert at food and books.
"Whoi 'ello, Bella oif Brok'all!" Gurntel excliamed, tugging his snout. "Whot 'ave you brought moi?"
"Hello Friar! I'm sorry to bother you, but I found this old journal in the gatehouse, and it looks like it's in dire need of help!" Bella explained. "D'you mind mending it? It seems a great waste to let it go to rot."
Gurntel examined the ancient manuscript. "Boi okey, Miz Bella! With summ cuurfull terches, Oi'll fix ee!" The loyal mole trundled off to his workshop, and Bella retired to her rooms.
A few days later, Friar Gurntel strolled up to Bella at breakfast time. "Miz Bella, Oi've fixed oop zurr jurnal. Gudd as new!"
"Oh thank you Friar, thank you very much. All books, even journals, are special items; they are not meant to be crumbled away in a gatehouse corner..." Bella stood up, meaning to place the ancient tome back into the gatehouse, when little Marshie ran in front of her.
"Bella! Mizz Bella!" the little mouse yelled.
"Hmm? Oh, Marshie! You shouldn't run right in front of me; I could've have stepped on you!" Bella picked up Marshie and and put the Dibbun on her shoulder. "Look what I found in the gatehouse, Marshie, it's an old, old journal... I don't know when it was written!"
The little mouse squinted at the volume. "Mizz Bella, that book has a great adventure inside of it! I think I would like to hear the story, and I think the others would, too!"
By "others", Marshie meant the rest of the Dibbuns, but as Bella flipped through the newly restored journal, she thought that reading it aloud to everybeast in the Abbey would be nice. Educational, too. Bella didn't question how Marshie knew about the adventure. Marshie was special.
So after supper, Bella of Brockhall gathered all the Abbeydwellers and started to read...
A/N- Okay, I'm new to fanfic, and this is my fisrt story, so pleeease don't judge me too badly! All comments are welcomed, especially suggestions!