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Dutch Rhudy

<p>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.<br/><br/>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.<br/><br/>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 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.<br/><br/>Visitors stand at the door in awe, often afraid to enter; only someone with a very tiny foot could find the few safe stepping spots, that lead from the door to the authors desk. Some patrons have left screaming that the study was haunted, claiming they heard it both breathe and talk. Things do move around in the study; however, it's only a shy kitten keeping an eye on the visitors from under yet another pile of loose manuscripts and magazine clippings. In this setting of Pandemonium Plus, an occasional voice is sometimes heard by visitors. It is only Rhudy's pet Amazon parrot, who is normally only a chatterbox when Rhudy needs his quiet time the most.<br/><br/>Born in the mid 1940s, Rhudy, one of the first of the baby-boomer generation; actively interacted with older aunts, uncles and grandparents from the pre-1900s era. Every relative had a story to tell about the good old days, about their pioneer ancestors, farming and the many antics they pu...</p>