Bellows shot him a glare. “Er, quite, very good. Where was I? Ah yes. Welcome to Redwall—our Abbey is yours. Join us in good cheer upon this happy day. Eat, be merry and enjoy the bounty of the season, though I don’t know whether our food will suit you all as my helpers and I have never had to feed such a strange assembly. Yes, very good!”

Droony ducked his head beneath the tablecloth and called out, “Hurr, then give you’m jaw a rest an’ let ’em try ’ee vittles!”

There was a general roar of laughter. Amid the jollity, Mara stood up and rescued the red-faced Friar.

“I am sure the food will suit us all, Friar Bellows. It looks too good for words. The fame of you and your kitchen staff is a legend throughout Mossflower. We intend to do this feast full justice. Abbess, I believe it is customary for you to say grace at these occasions. Would you be so kind?”

Abbess Vale recited the Abbey grace as they all bowed their heads.

“Squirrels, otters, hedgehogs, mice,

Moles with fur like sable,

Gathered in good spirits all,

Round the festive table.

Sit we down to eat and drink.

Friends, before we do, let’s think,

Fruit of forest, field and banks,

To the seasons we give thanks.”