Mattimeo

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High noontide sun beat down on Orlando the Axe. The mighty badger strode the far reaches of the western

plains, blind to the beauty of the flower-carpeted grassland which had turned green to gold.

Orlando the Axe was following the fox.

The badger wiped a huge dusty paw across his eyes. Sun glinted off the massive double-headed

battleaxe slung over his shoulder. His home lay plundered behind him; there was nothing left there except

desolation and loneliness.

Orlando the Axe was following the fox.

Two sunrises ago he had passed the strange fox and his band. They had given him a wide berth as he

trudged to the foothills of the mountains, seeking food and the small rock plants which his little daughter

Auma loved so much. Orlando feared no living creature. He had passed by the fox, not thinking that he

had left a clear trail back to his den. The following morning he had returned home, laden with food and

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