Once upon a time there was a very curious young girl named Ti Ana who lived in the Village of Mush.

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 cold.

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...