Munkertrap Meadow - #1

Munkertrap Meadow is a place of pure fantasy. This clearing surrounded by forests is just off where the sidewalks ends and is around the corner from Mr. Magoop's Magical Emporium off Marple Street in Shepherd's Circle. It's where the dreams of children live and prosper. It's where play friends like Mr.Culpepper in yellow knee-high boots can dance in the fruit punch rain and Rigby Bellsnickers can do a play for the Dalmation firemen that always ends in a happily ever after.

It was told of long ago when Edwin, 5 and Samantha Cosburn, 6 we're having tea cakes and sipping Granny's Peppermint tea. 

'More tea Angelina?," asked Samantha

'Of course Dahling!'" Edwin with a high voice answering for Angelina.

Mr. Brown Bear spoke 'I'll simply have another cake Miss Cosburn,' Samantha spoke in a low voice.

Both children laughed and giggled with glee.

'Come along you two! Time to tuck in. Mother and Dad will be home any minute and I was to make sure you were in as tight as the dew from the sycamore tree," Camilla called.

Camilla Cosburn, the eldest of Marie and Walter Cosburn of 6th Place in Shepherd's Circle turned fourteen the night she spied a simple door-mouse walking up-right. It had been the night the moon turned a crimson shade of red and remained that way. Brewster would come to fancy the fashionable polkadot britches sewn by Samantha and lingering lollipop kisses from the sticky lips of Edwin. Brewster, their door-mouse was his name. He was a mouse, of simple but exquisite taste, who preferred the throws of a cigarbox, a thimble stool, and straw bed instead of a drafty hole in the wall and a crumb every now and again. Camilla sat the children down that evening and told of a cat named Minx in Munkertrap Meadow. Little did they know Minx was Brewster's cat, or well his protector. 

Munkertrap Meadow although there during the day really comes to life when the lightning bugs dance their jig, and the swagpies pipe their tune. The revelry shapes with tales of Hippopotamuses and Crocodiles dancing ballet, and the mysterious barn cat Minx yawns and stretches with a creamed mustache without a care in the world.