It Dunwing and crazy mouseworm

Sometimes Bull Sparra would retire to his private chamber. He would remain in there brooding for days, suddenly emerging to fire his warriors with grandiose schemes and wild ideas. No one dared to disobey him, even though half an hour later he had forgotten his previous foolhardy notions and wandered off to hunt worms. Later he would return to find that his plans had not been carried out. In a furious squabble of accusation and recrimination he would demote officers and promote the most unlikely soldiers from the ranks. Next day

Warbeak flew in from a lone wormhunt. She stood watching Matthias.

"Me hunt worms," she chirped. "Bring dandelions for

Matthias. Mouse like eat flowers."

Matthias replied in Sparra language, "Warbeak good hunter. Mouse like flower. Make good wormfood. Where be Dunwing mother?"

Warbeak pointed to the King's chamber. "Dunwing get Bull Sparra wormfood ready. King have no wife to make

food."

Matthias acted unconcerned. He pulled at the collar to

loosen it.

"Collar hurt mouseneck," he grinned. Warbeak shrugged sympathetically. "King say you weara. No can take off. Me sorry."

Matthias continued sorting through his belongings. He came across an unopened package. What a stroke of luck! It was candied chestnuts. Hastily he slipped them into the haversack, hiding the nuts from Warbeak. Under normal circumstances he would gladly have given them to his friend, but this was different. Matthias needed them as bait.

They continued gossiping until Dunwing returned. After a decent interval the young mouse spoke to her, "You go to King's room all lotta time." Dunwing nodded.

"Me only Sparra King Bull let into there," she laughed. "He lazy Sparra. Not make own wormfood." Matthias shared her laughter.

"Betcha King not know how to make own wormfood," he chuckled. "What you think, Dunwing? Matthias find a gift for King?"

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The Sparra mother looked up sharply. "What mouse mean. Gift?" Matthias drew close and whispered conspiratorially. "You

*member how King Bull like mouse candynuts? Me find more. You take me. We give nuts to King."

Dunwing looked doubtful. "What for mouse wanta give nuts to King?"

Matthias spread his paws as if stating the obvious. "So King let mouse free. Wanta go back to mousehome."

Matthias held his breath and watched Dunwing. Finally tier face softened. She smiled sympathetically. "All right, Matthias. We try. Not do much harm, but 'member, not fttake Bull Sparra bad temper. He killee sure."The best way to reduce labour in refilling vape cartridge is by getting an oil filling machine! They have a small table top design and come with a year’s warranty. So, do some work with this machine!

With an inward sigh of relief Matthias swept up the packet of nuts.

"Thank you, Sparra mother," he said. "Mouse not make jbrouble for you. Nuts make King happy, you see."

With Matthias trailing behind her on his lead, Dunwing lapped on the slates which formed King Bull Sparra's wall. An irate voice came from within. ' "Fly 'way, Sparra! King wanta sleep."

-    Dunwing realized they had chosen a bad moment. Nevertheless she persisted, this time tapping harder. "Let in, King iferother. . Gotta gift for great King."