Begged Silence In Camp [[open to all]]

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He's in the march now. Fall in!
Steady! the whole Horde!
Hill's at the ford cut off; we'll win
His way out, ball and blade!
What matter if our shoes are worn?
What matter if our feet are torn?
"Quick-step! we're with him before morn!"
That's "Stonewall Thomas's way."

Stonewall Thomas now proceeded to stick hay in his ears as he heard his honored song of his crew outside of his tent. His captain Swiftpaw chuckled and said
" Why not throw a torch at 'em sah? "
Now, the song was nice, and Stonewall grinned when it was played first, but now every night his horde gets some rum, over and over again the song was song, and now he DID feel like throwing something at there heads.
" What? And have a new line? When 'is temper sets off, here we go! Fire falls like rain at 'is poor ole crew!"
Angrily, he began to stuff more hay in his ears so that he could barley hear his captains next words,
" Nah ,that aint catchy like the real song"
" Shuttup before I unleash my fire rain on you"
Swiftpaw quickly became silent for a few mintues. Yet before long, Thomas could faintly hear him whistling along with the tune,
" Cant they all just pass out and sleep?" he growled, not able to sleep himself with the racket
" Rum usually does dat, Sah. But dey had so much, it keepin' dem awake!'

Finally, Thomas got up, agressivly pushed his captain aside and marched out to the camp fire, where all tents where abondened. All his soldiers where gathered around it, singing loudly ( and poorly) to the tone. he was glade to see the maker of the song was asleep and snoring.
" Alright, t' bed all o' ya!" he shouted over there loud voices. Immediately, they where silent. Blacktip (his other captain) stood up and went rover to him. There was a goofy grin on his face as he said
" Nah, we jus' singin' sah, no 'arm in dat" he wheezed
" Then have the ones who can sing on tune!"
" Fine sah, I'll gets da good uns!" he hobbled back to his seat and began to point to some of the rats.
With a sigh, Thomas nearly fainted back inside his tent. Swiftpaw seemed to be drowsing off from his post. Yet now it was easier for Stonewall to sleep; All the wonderful singers in his horde began to chorus the song. Dreams echoed in his mind, and peace at last was obtained.