It will start with a mouse.

All stories have a beginning and this one will start with a mouse, I think. The studio is almost back to its formally messy self. I am ready to go again. Tonight I will begin to tell the Story of the Baggaraggs. I can't wait for the adventure to start. Come with me...

It was a chilly night as nights go in the Land of Baggaraggs. The night Watchman, a weasel named Ernie, dozed at his post at the Garden gate being lulled by the scent of lavender and rosemary. The wind blew a nasturium leaf, turning it inside out like an umbrella in a bad storm. It was difficult for her not to pause and dine on a nasturium flower. Its radishy taste of pepper perfume was one of her favorites, and her belly was empty. But she hurried by him and the delicious flowers. The night was full of danger, and she paused to once again glance over her shoulder nervously to see if she was followed here. No one. Ernie did not wake. On she scurried, searching for the tiny door that would lead her to safety, away from the Hoots of the Owls and free from those who might have pursued her. Her slightly bulging eyes spied the tiny knob of the hidden door. It was a beautiful sight and Welcome to her. She had no time to admire its dotted exterior. Without hesitation she is through it into the Land of Baggaraggs. Her name is Maybell Mouse.