Furmil grinned and as quick as a hare would eat such a delight he snatched it off the sill. Furmil relaxed, he sat against the wall under the window thinking how clever he was. He composed a letter out loud of what he thought he could say to the Abbot. "Oh Abbot , I didn't steal that lovely pastie on the window and since I have been such a clever and obedient mouse I deserve to be Abbot after you and to work in the kitchens with all that lovely food and to be able to tramp off into the big forest on adventures like Martin and …" "to have a nice warm bath right now!" Furmil spun round and hastily hid the pastie behind his back. It was Friar Hugo. Hugo turned to Skipper of Otters who was adding finishing touches to a Hotroot Soup he was preparing. "Hey Skipper, could you show this young mouse some nautical business in the bathrooms?". Skipper smiled and carried a screaming Furmil upstairs to the bathroom.