Dutch Rhudy, referred to by his peers as the master of Mystery, Mayhem and Madness; resides in a quaint post war cottage, conveniently nestled amid the tall forest timber, just above the foot of Bluff Mountain. The faint din emanating from many forest creatures, birds and pets; subdued only slightly by the forceful rush, permeating the area from three beautiful waterfalls, as they cascade off Trident Tines Plateau into nearby pristine Emerald Glass Lake.
Any similarity to serenity, abruptly ends right here. For this mysterious Author of Mischief is about to enter his study. Or should I say, make an attempt at entry. The rustic flagstone path leading from the cottage to his office is strewn with several shallow dishes, filled twice daily with all manner of foodstuffs, for his many forest friends. With a quick two-step, hop-scotching around and over the pans, his feet manage to find a surviving clear landing spot at the study door.
Carefully balancing a suet cake atop the sack of bird seed with one hand, he reaches for the doorknob with the other and gives it a sharp push, then quickly catches the suet as is it leaps from the sack. He stands in the doorway carefully eyeing over the situation, seeking a place, anyplace, where he can set down the suet cake and sack of feed. A profusion of every trinket imaginable, interesting articles and gifts from patrons; items Rhudy had gathered to study and perhaps use as a cue for a scene in a novel, leave not a square inch of surface or floor area.