Chedderville Tails: The Legend of Limberger Forest

By Cendy J. Hatfield

Don’t miss this epic tail wrenching adventure. Can The legend of Limberger Forest be real? Is it all more than just Mouse tails? This page turning mouse crusade will leave you wanting more…

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781546278290

Cendy J. Hatfield

Wendy J. Hatfield Wendy J. Hatfield has found herself fortunate enough these days to spend each day doing exactly as she pleases. Throughout her life, she has never known the meaning of the word quit. She experienced her share of typical growing pains and everything that went with it. She found everlasting love and lived twenty-nine glorious years of marriage to then be faced with the devastating loss of her husband. The survivor in Wendy pulled up her bootstraps and went back to the retail workforce as the CEM of Operations for a world-known craft house in her location for 10 years. She is an identical mirror image twin to Cendy J. Hatfield. She is a celebrated author who is currently retired and enjoys traveling. Her greatest pleasures are spending time with her family and playing with, photographing, and writing about her three beautiful dachshunds, Elizabeth James, Sager Jane, and Mr. Wienie.   *************************   Cendy J. Hatfield Cendy J. Hatfield is the identical mirror image twin to Wendy J. Hatfield. Cendy, like her twin Wendy, she is also a celebrated author. She is also known on social media for her famous nom de plume, Madmouzzie. Cendy is literally the driving force behind most of the stories posted as “The Diner” featured on Elizabeth and The Savages UnChained FaceBook page. The Diner posts are about the daily antics of Elizabeth James, Sager Jane, Mr. Wienie, and their friends. She enjoys traveling with her husband, Tom. Their greatest pleasure is spending time together with family and riding their Harley-Davidson Motorcycle. What more can be said here? Life is Good!  

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Published by AuthorHouse  11/05/2021

ISBN: 978-1-5462-7828-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-7827-6 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-7829-0 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019901118

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CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1     What’s A Calliope?

Chapter 2     Banana Seeds!

Chapter 3     Popcorn And Flour

Chapter 4     Ear Trumpets

Chapter 5     Golden Wagons

Chapter 6     Peeking Tommy’s

Chapter 7     Who Cut The Cheese?

Chapter 8     Frogs & Flowers

Chapter 9     Cheese Heaven

Chapter 10   Moaning Swamp

Chapter 11   Mr. Mouthy And His Fat Friend

Chapter 12   One Spider Or Two?

Chapter 13   Sleeping Bags With Rocks

Chapter 14   To Wear Boots Or Not

PROLOGUE

I t was dark the night they came to Chedderville. There was no moonlight as they crept through the little mouse town in the cover of darkness.

They shook shop door handles and peered through windows, leaving stinking mud behind everything they touched and everywhere they went.

When Dawn came, they were gone.

CHAPTER

1

WHAT’S A CALLIOPE?

T hat morning started just the same as any other day.

Morton P. Mouse got up, made his tea of parsley leaves, ate some leftover cheese biscuits for his breakfast, and washed his face and tail. Then put on his favorite green coat over his white shirt and dark brown pants. Picked up his cookbook and apron, placed his chef’s hat on his head, and promptly left for his bakeshop.

When he stepped outside, it hit him in the face. There was a slight breeze, and it was not the smell of his almost ripe cherries.

The foul smell lingered and seemed to cling to everything the wind touched. This made Morton wrinkle his nose as he looked for his newspaper.

After searching the top step and around the bottom of the staircase, Morton sighed. His morning looked full of disappointment without getting to read the newspaper. It helped to make the time pass as he waited for his cheese to separate every morning.

You see, Morton was Chedderville’s one and only baker in the little town. He made all the cakes, cookies, bread, crackers, and that all-important cheese.

Morton tasted everything he made every day and did so willingly. Which could have been the reason the little baker was a very round mouse.

Stopping at one of the trees in his front yard, he picked a cherry and popped it into his mouth. The cherry jam will be extra sweet this year. Morton thought to himself as he made his way up Whitetail Road. All the while licking this sweet cherry juice from his fingers.

Until another gust of wind swirled about him, Morton coughed and turned his head away from the wind. The smell seemed to be worse the closer He got to Mainstreet.

All thoughts of the flavored cherry jam left Morton’s mind as he came around the corner of Mainstreet. Morton stopped short in front of the post office. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Then he blinked again and covered his nose. Holy swiss cheese, was all Morton said allowed.

Everywhere up and down the Mainstreet in every direction Morton looked was mud. A slimy green sticky substance Morton thought as he was trying to choose a path down the sidewalk. A path it didn’t include stepping in the stinking mud directly.

It was clear that the rotten cheese smell was coming from the wet mud, slowly melting everywhere in the warm morning sun.

Stepping over and around the messes on the sidewalk, Morton made his way past two more storefronts. He then finally came to his shop, a Baker’s Tail.

Much to Morton’s dismay, his shop doorway was covered with stinking mud. He sighed again. Then turned to the bench that sat in front of his window and carefully placed his things in the middle of the bench. He dug to the bottom of his pocket and retrieved the shop keys. Stepping over yet another pile of slimy mud. He grasped the door handle to steady himself.

Some mouse is going to have a lot of explaining to do. Especially when the Mayor sees all the stinking mud drying everywhere, Morton said aloud to no one other than himself.

Morton put the key in the lock when suddenly Jasper, Chedderville’s Post Mouse, came running out of the Daily Nibble. He was waving his hands and yelling. It’s gone! It’s gone! Some mouse has gone and stolen Tommy’s printing press!

Morton stopped and looked at Jasper; his hair was standing straight upon his head, and his mail coat was hanging to his tail.

Jasper had all of the clothing to be an adequately dressed Post Mouse right down to the large boots Mary Ellen, his mother, insisted he wore at all times. Which he felt was the reason for his being so clumsy and never getting anything right. But his mother told him a Post Mouse should always wear boots; it’s only proper.

Morton shouted, Jasper? What is the matter with Tommy’s printing press?

It’s gone! Oh, what will we do without the Daily Nibble? Shouted Jasper, all out of breath.

Morton grabbed Jasper’s arm and pulled the panicking mouse along with him. He was headed to the Daily Nibble Newspaper just one storefront down from his bakery. Something was going on in Chedderville, and he was going to find out. Too much had happened already; no morning newspaper, stinking mud everywhere. Something was going on, and the cheese would just have to wait this morning.

When Morton and Jasper entered the Daily Nibble, Tommy T. Mouse was sitting behind his desk. Buster Bradley, the sheriff, was questioning him.

And when you closed the doors last night, it was here, is that correct? Buster asked as he was scribbling on his notepad.

Morton thought Buster looked somewhat frustrated at the fact that Tommy was so slow with his answers.

There was a rotten stench that lingered in the vast room. This smell was far more intolerable than the smell at Morton’s house. Maybe it was because it was indoors, Morton thought to himself. He coughed at the severe effect the sour smell had on his throat. Jasper hiccuped and rubbed at his eyes; he was trying to contain his growing panic.

Tommy, however, pushed his red fedora hat with the sign that said: ‘Press’ to the back of his head. He leaned back in his big chair and placed his long legs on the desk.

It was all such a mystery, one that Tommy wished he could put in print; this was why his answers were coming so slowly.

Tommy T. Mouse was a snappy dresser and enjoyed the feel of a new suit. Today the red pinstripe in his suit matched his hat. His shoes had a shine any mouse could see their whiskers in from across the room. The only thing that never changed in Tommy’s changing a tire was the hat that said ‘Press.’

Yes, it’s just like I told you. I closed up the shop last night, and then this morning it was gone. Tommy paused then asked, who would want to take my old printing press?

What is going on here, sheriff? Morton asked as Jasper, and he made their way closer to Tommy’s desk.

Jasper could no longer contain his growing panic. He had his tail in his hand, turning it over and over as he said. Without the Daily Nibble, mice will move away. Then what will happen to Chedderville? What will happen to the mail? What will happen to the news? There won’t be any news to report anymore! Jasper shrieked.

Then his eyes bulged even bigger. He continued to rant, what will happen to the Annual beloved Great Cheese Festival? How will Tommy print the banners for the festival.

Jasper was so worked up by now that he was pulling his ears straight down and jumping from foot to foot. This made Jasper’s nose look too large and his teeth stuck too far out. Morton smothered a laugh and waited to hear what Buster had to say.

Everyone let’s calm down, said Buster Bradley while trying to tuck his blue flannel shirt back around his overly large belly. We don’t know anything yet, he said, trying to calm Jasper down and figure out how to get away from the whole problem altogether.

Yes, you’re right. We should remain calm; that’s what we should do, Jasper said, trying to take a deep breath and wrapping his arms around himself to keep from wiggling and ringing his tail more.

Well, I guess I should go tell the Mayor about this he isn’t going to be happy, the Sheriff said as he headed to the door to leave. Then he added before banging the front door of the Daily Nibble shut, you know with the Great Cheese Festival coming up, he won’t want one more thing to worry over.

Morton stood looking at the dusty floor where the old printing press had set. The baker scratched at his head and tried to clear his throat. He wondered just how many cheese stories had he read, weather reports, and Chedderville events. What would happen to the Great Cheese Festival, he wondered?

I’m leaving too as well, Tommy; sorry about your printing press. I’m sure buster will find it, Jasper. You better get going; the mail has to get out rain or shine; it must be delivered! And you need to clean the mud off the Post Office windows. Morton said, then added. You too, Tommy. The Daily Nibble windows look like some mouse has been fingerpainting. Maybe it will help to get rid of some of the terrible smell in here.

Morton stepped out of the Daily Nibble, and the sun was brilliant and warm for only being spring. How could this happen? And in Chedderville To boot, Morton thought to himself.

Chedderville had always been a squeak-free little mouse town. Along with the bakery, there was the Mozzarella Mercantile. The store where Morton purchased everything he baked to sell in his store. Then, the Colby Cinema sat directly across from Polly’s Cheese Café. Chedderville’s only restaurant.

As Morton strolled down the sidewalk. He enjoyed the sun; he needed to buy some cheesecloth to start the cheese for the festival.

Morton was in a bit of a hurry. He wanted to get back to the bakery as soon as possible to get started; he hadn’t counted on any of this trouble with Tommy’s printing press or the stinking mud.

All the cheesy baked goods had to be unique for the Great Cheese Festival. The mice from Gorgonzola City and Dry Jack Creek would also bring their baked goods to the festival. All hoping to win that grand title that Morton had won every year for