Introduction To Lake Lemonseed

Well friend, it’s been a quiet week out here at Lake Lemonseed…

You aren’t familiar with it? Oh…well…

If you walk until you see the second star on the right, and turn left, you’ll end up in a pocket universe that matches our own - more or less. That’s where you’ll find Lake Lemonseed. It’s home to all sorts of magical beings. Mr. Limpet has been a long-time resident, Bunnicula moved here ever since his biography fell out of favor, and Harvey the rabbit lives here too although we don’t see much of him.

We’re a pretty laid-back bunch here. Some of us are retired from our former lives as mythical creatures, some are in hiding, some just landed here because they didn’t know what else to do with themselves, and then there’s me. Just a simple journalist shuffled aside when The Legendary Times closed. Subscriptions gradually trickled off as belief in the mythical and fantastical dwindled, and one day all the writers were gathered together and told it would be our last day.

My friend Eunice invited me to a party here not long after. I fell in love with the place and never left. Eunice vouched for me and the residents accepted me as one of their own. I mean, with a unicorn vouching for me, and being half Dryad, I was a shoo-in!

Anyway, all the creatures and beings who call this place home have residences suited to them, and everyone’s generally pretty content here. Somehow, all our needs are met. We only have to think about a thing we need, open a cupboard, and there it is.

Lake Lemonseed is fed by a river that comes from somewhere north of us. No one has ever tried to follow it to its source, but we all agree that it’s bone-numbingly cold. Even the Were-folk agree, and they’re pretty tough. Ours is a peaceful life until someone gets up to something. Like the time that Elmore and Elred (the Elf twins) decided they were going to put on a rodeo with unicorns. Needless to say, it didn’t fly. 

Although Elred did - right over Eunice’s head when she bucked him off. He missed her horn by a mere whisker. There were a lot of Elf-curses flying around, and it was a long time before the Unicorn folk weren’t suspicious of either of the twins. But eventually, the incident was forgiven. 

There’s been no more talk about rodeos since then, but I did hear the twins muttering to each other last week about balloons. I’m fairly certain they weren’t talking about the kind you’d use to decorate for a party. 

At any rate, that’s all the news that’s fit to share from Lake Lemonseed for now.

Remember, if the sun shines in your eyes, it’s likely not raining. So be glad.

Until next time,

Clovara Proudfoot