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So happy on the occasion of my 56 birthday to publish Part One of The Chantilly Chronicles as part of a fundraising effort to begin contructing the first Waste To Energy plant for my community and provide shelter for some friends who really need it. I hope to sell a million copies.

 

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Here is a foretaste...

 

 

The Chantilly Chronicles

 

Part One: Hamilton the Brave& the rise and fall of Lucian

 

 

Dedicated to Jesse and Jonty. Sons who have endured hardship admirably.

 

“But the excellence of knowledge is that wisdom gives life to those who have it.” Ecclesiastes 7:12b

 

Chapter                                                 Page

 

One:         Chantilly                                  2

Two:         The rats of the Lower Falls     5

Three:      The commandos                       8

Four:       The ancient castle                  10

Five:        Drums of War                        12

Six:         War                                         17

Seven:     The enterprise                       21

Eight:     A glimmer of hope                 24

Nine:      Glorious sunshine                 27

Ten:        Finale                                   30

 

Acknowledgements:                            32

About the Author :                              32

 

 

The Chantilly Chronicles Part One: Hamilton the Brave & the rise and fall of Lucian

 

 

Chapter One: Chantilly

 

Once upon a time, deep in the dark and secretive woods, there lived a rather brave mouse called

Hamilton. He had his quarters halfway up an oak tree that was very old. So old that boughs reached

far from its trunk and gave a dark shade to the forest floor underneath. Not much else grew under

those big beams. This was ideal for Hamilton’s community of mice as they could tell whether

danger approached from afar. For while they had a keen sense of smell, often their nostrils were

stuffed with the pleasant aromas of moms making dinner, baking pies or corn bread or biscuits as

they were often want to do. (In Hamilton’s community many of the mice were plump in a friendly

sort of way as they usually had ample provision). So they had to rely on eyes and ears – it was

usually that danger was detected by sight as often the younger mice would be letting off squeals of

merriment as they cavorted with each other, played tricks on one another and had a lot of fun.

Hamilton was a wise mouse and he and the Council of Elders took very seriously the affairs of the

community in providing a safe and healthy environment for young mice to grow up in. So they

posted watches at strategic points along the long, high boughs of the oak tree and Hamilton’s cabin

was at the nerve centre of the watches. Hamilton was in fact the General of the Commandos. The

mice did not have lifts in the tree so Hamilton stayed quite healthy climbing up and down every

day. He did not mind as it kept him in shape, kept his claws sharp and his limbs nimble and agile.