Friday, September 14, 2012

Time to play dirty!

Well done on your answer, little squeaker, but I’m upping the stakes!

I am in the abbey and have my knife poised to strike! Answer me this riddle, or else one of Redwall’s residents gets it! And by it, I MEAN DEATH!

At night they come without being fetched. By day they are lost without being stolen. What are they?


Every day you go without an answer will result in the execution of one of Redwall’s residents. At the end of the seventh day, I will burn your beloved tapestry!


First on the chopping block: Fat old Friar Hugo.


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