Woundwort’s body was never found. It could be that he still lives his fierce life elsewhere. But from that day forward, mother does would tell their kittens that if they did not do as they were told, the General would get them. Such was Woundwort’s monument. And perhaps it would not have displeased him.
I just realized that Richard Adams reads very similarly to translations of Marquez. I detect a thesis paper in this idea, but nobody would read it.
