Further down the road,they came to a rapidly flowing river with only one bridge.On that bridge was the biggest ferret they had ever seen,and he let out with the largest yawn they had ever seen. "Peace friend.",Hood hailed the large fuzzy,though he was a bit concerned about his size. "I have a bad feeling about this.",worried Muck,looking the huge fuzzbutt up and down. Ferret Hood moved to pass the stout fellow on the left,but he moved over in front of Hood.Hood then moved to the right,and again found his path blocked. "What gives?",Hood inquired. "You do." the massive mustelid said while completing a yawn."The Sheriff of Knotingham has taken all our food and treats(yawn),so now we have to waylay wealthy strangers just to keep our families fed.(yawn) You can pay me or fight me to cross this bridge." "Well,since I've never paid a highwayman,and don't have the money now anyway,I guess I'll have to fight you," Hood answered bravely "but first I must know who I'm fighting." "Little Yawn." the beefy fellow replied, while yawning." "Little,I doubt." snickered Hood."Yawn,I can see is true.Alright then, Little Yawn,let's get to it." Ferret Hood rushed forward intending to push Yawn over.He just bounced off of Yawn,shook his head,and knew he had a tough opponent,and was in for the fight of his life.He went for Yawns' tummy thinking to catch him off guard, and tip him over,using his large size against him.Little Yawn just sat his body down on top of Hood,who found it hard to breathe with this heavyweight on top of him.He squirmed and flattened and gradually inched his way out from under Yawns'massive body. "You fight well,my friend." Hood admired. Yawn bowed his head in acknowledgement,and Hood saw his chance.Friar Muck moved in closer to get a better view of the fight.Hood had jumped on Yawns' back and was hanging on to his neck for all he was worth.Yawn started spinning around faster and faster.The fasterYawn went,the further out Hoods' hind end went.Suddenly Hood felt a thump,and knew he had hit something,what he didn't know.There was a loud splash and spluttering,but Hood knew it wasn't Little Yawn,as he still had hold of his neck.Hood let go,hopped off and peered over the edge of the bridge.Yawn was looking over too,and started to snicker.Hood started chuckling too,when he saw Friar Muck swimming for the river bank. "Guess that takes care of this years bath,Muck." he laughed.He turned to Little Yawn and told him their stories,and invited him to join them in getting back at the Sheriff of Knotingham and Prince Litterbox.Little Yawn agreed that it was better to fight a common enemy instead of each other,and they set off in the direction in which a wet Friar Tuck had danced off. As translated from the dook by Sandy and Fuzzbutts [Posted in FML issue 2879]