by Leigh Ann Lemire
Here's a Sneak Peek of...
Ti Ana and The Giant is a modern day fairy tale for kids 1 - 100 years old.
Here's what people are saying...
"Awesome. I loved it." C.B.
"Great fairy tale, allegory, really." M.B.
"Thank you--beautiful concept and writing." R.S.T.
"Very Cool!" D.G.
"Thanks for the story. It's cute!" G.M.
"Thanks for the story, I enjoyed it and passed it on to the kids who enjoyed it, too." T.J.
"It is a very interesting tale which held my interest waiting for the next development." L.C.
And, here's a sneak peek at the story...
The Village of Mush wasn't always named that, it just became that.
A long, long time ago, at least in kid years, the Village of Mush was called the Village of Lush. It was the envy of the surrounding
countryside because of its lush green fields, rolling hills, abundance of food and gorgeous blooming flowers year round. The Village of
Lush had the best of everything: nice weather, bountiful farms, gourmet cooks, thriving businesses, creative artists, great storytellers, the
best entertainers and the families were very happy. Of course, in the Village of Lush, it was always spring – never too hot and never too
A wealthy land where the people prospered.
Ti Ana could remember attending festivals when she was very small. The fields would be filled with wonderful smells of fresh baked meat
pies and sweet pastries, booths with ribbons, dolls and all sorts of neat stuff, stages with musicians, plays, clowns and more. The
surrounding village folks would be invited to participate and have a jolly time.
Children playing, music, adults dancing, crowds of happy people, it was so fun!
But now it just rained...and rained...and rained and all that's left is muck in the Village of Lush, now Mush. The houses had to be moved off
the ground and into the trees – but were still so wet that it was nearly impossible to find a dry place anywhere at all in the village. Covered
rickety bridges had to be built to help the people stay out of the mushy muck and not get drenched while running errands.
Day and night the pitter pat of raindrops could be heard. The people of The Village of Mush attempted to tune it out but there was a
constant beat that accompanied everyday life in the village whether the villagers wanted it or not. Every motion, every action was
accompanied by the beat of the rain.
At first the tinkling of rain drops was like music to the ears. However, after years and years of rain constantly falling non-stop the sound
became discordant background music like an eternal sour note. A sour note that beat into the consciousness of every resident until it
became dull drear daily life.
The rain soaked the ground so much that it started to turn into a bog. Streams started but soon became rivers with rapids because there
was so much rain. It rained so much that a new lake formed where the rolling hills used to be. And the new lake filled to the brim of the
highest hills chasing the village folks out of their beloved homes and farms.
Many frogs found their way to the new marshy land of Mush to take up residence in the lake. Eventually the frogs got so soaked that
instead of croaking the frogs creaked like soggy rusty door hinges.
Eerie fog rose up from the lake to cover the land and the frogs added to the scariness with their non-stop creaking. The Land of Lush, now
Mush sounded and looked like a very scary horror show.
Stay Tuned: The book will be available online by the end of October 2008!
See a sample of another of her books: "Bing Singer"
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