A Mouse Is Small And

Basil Stag Hare Tut-tutted Severely As He Remarked To Ambrose Spike, 'tch, Tch. Dreadful Table Manners. Just Look At Those Three Wallahs, Kicking Up A Hullaballoo Like That! Eating's A Serious Business.

Fate Is Fickle, And The Company Of Unwilling Friends Short Lived.

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.

Your Lives Be As Full And Happy As Ours,and May The Seasons Be Kind To You And Your Friends. The Door Of Our Abbey Is Always Open To Any Travellers Roaming The Dusty Path Between The Woodlands And The Plains.

I Fell, You See. Trod On My Abbot, Father Habit. Oh, Dear! I Mean.