MMateless
I heard so much about you from my mate... he died you know.
Mole? The Farthing Wood mole... is dead?
MMateless
We met at the beginning of Winter. But it was so cold, and he was old. He died... leaving me mateless. But these are his. (points at her two young)
MMateless
Yes... I shall call him Mossy.
Badger... Mole isn't with us.
I can see that for myself. Tell him to get along and see me as soon as possible!
MMateless
But... but... (Badger walks away in good spirits) Oh dear...
He can't take it in, poor old codger.
So sorry! Well, I'm not really. Nice soft landing as a matter of fact, but thank you!
(To Dreamer) That'll teach you to pay attention.
Here... I don't live here... do I? Hmm... well mateys... got to get home... got to get home...
Got to get back to the pond where I was born... got to get back...
Toady... your old pond doesn't exist any more!
Got to get back to the pond where I was born...
Foxes hunt by night, so now it's time for your afternoon sleep.
Dreamer! Stay with the others!
DDreamer
(Only line) Sorry Owl!
Nice day for spying Scarface?
(Hits his head from under a branch) OW! (He snarls)
Or would you call it natural curiosity?
I call it none of your business you old ratbag.
Manners! (She hoots which attracts the attention of Fox and Vixen)
As the revered sage said, "He who has run once, will run twice".
What revered sage? The White Stag?
That Farthing fox and his mate have had cubs!
That was to be expected surely. Anyway, they can't possibly be a sweet as ours.
I don't want sweet cubs. I want fighters.
They will be, given time. Look at Ranger. (who snarls, but is tripped over by his sister)
They've got your lily-livered blood.
So you think Vixen's cubs are better than mine do you?
Yes - they are. Much better.
I could take him high up in the sky and drop him, like I did the other one.
No. There's only one animal who can open a jar like this. A human animal.
As if I'd want anything to do with such common riff raff.
Then what are you doing on Farthing Land? You wouldn't dare insult my cubs if my mate were here.
Yes, well he isn't is he? And lucky for you, neither's mine.
Are you threatening me? (Bold growls)
What kind of mother leaves her cubs unattended.
A mother with friends. (cuts to Badger petting the other three cubs)
(To Lady Blue) Where are your cubs?
You're going to have trouble with that one. (she leaves)
Dear brave Bold, you do have more courage than sense.
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