After those two marlfoxes drowned, I had lots of narrow escapes involving Salamandastron and its war with a grayish wolf named Fenikro and his horde of rats, weasels, stoats, ferrets, foxes, and even a few wildcats. Normally I try to avoid Salamandastron altogether, but, there are occasions where I have to go close to it. I had no idea I was being followed by hares. They must have thought that I was part of Fenikro's army or something, because the next thing I knew, I was hit on the head with a flail and everything went black. When I awoke, a felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. Everything in my head was a blur as I tryed to focus my eyes. I finally focused, and a sudden jolt of realization hit me. I was looking into two somber eyes of the badger-lord of Salamandastron. I heard I haresay, "He's only a young one, milord. How d'yah expect him ta know what ya want." I was furious, in a very shrill voice, I cried out, "HE?! HIM?! Why on earth do think I am masculine?!" "Well, milord, at least we know he...er she is awake!"said the hare. "See here!! If you can't tell the difference between a masculine and feminine creatures, you probably can't tell the difference between a weasel and a stoat!!" "Hold your tongue, fox, and maybe his mightyness will spare you." "Milord! His mightyness! Give me a break. He probably couldn't shoot a poison-barbed arrow at a weasel standing right outside the window." The badger's voice boomed out, "Throw this insolent creture in the dungeon, i will not tolerate such a creature!" Shooting poison-barbed arrows would have gotten his side a victory, if anyone there could actually do it.