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| - Many Dibbuns raced into the courtyard, assembling themselves in a semi-circle facing the gates. As the gates swung completely open, a tall squirrel, with the Sword of Martin in a scabbard across his back, halted in mock surprise, as if the Dibbuns hadn't greeted him this way every time he returned. "Well, well, what is this? Would you be wanting a story, by any chance?"
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| - Many Dibbuns raced into the courtyard, assembling themselves in a semi-circle facing the gates. As the gates swung completely open, a tall squirrel, with the Sword of Martin in a scabbard across his back, halted in mock surprise, as if the Dibbuns hadn't greeted him this way every time he returned. "Well, well, what is this? Would you be wanting a story, by any chance?" The Dibbuns began to cheer, signaling the affirmative, and the tall squirrel, Sapwilt the warrior of Redwall, nodded, smiling widely. The Dibbuns immediately plopped down where they stood, as Sapwilt adopted a thinking pose. "Hmmm, did I ever tell you the one about how I became the Warrior?" When there were shakes of the head all around, he nodded again, to himself. "Well, you see, it was many seasons ago, in the Winter of the Evergreens, when the trees forgot to lose their leaves..."
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