A whimsical mouse village built into the roots of ancient apple trees in a sunlit forest, with anthropomorphic mice bartering goods.

**Epletun,** A forest grove full of large deciduous trees and old, gnarled apple trees with all kinds of apples. The further into the forest you go, the more paths you will see. In the middle of the forest, between two of the oldest trees, there is a small cluster of mouse houses. This is the home of our mice. They have grown up here, and it is always safe here. There is always a mother mouse or great-uncle who has an open door and a warm fireplace for every guest. The few times someone finds their way all the way here. Not many people live here, just the right number, actually. When something important needs to be decided, they gather either at the *Torget* or in the *Musehus Huset*. The last word always has the oldest mice, because they know the most. Everyone agrees on that (almost). Some mouse houses have one floor, and some have two. Most two-story houses have signs outside with pictures of what you can trade or repair with that particular family. There is a tiny square between the houses where the mice barter and chatter every day. If you walk a little further along the main path, you will soon see mouse holes here and there in the nearest trees. They all have round doors. There are more people living in mouse holes than in mouse houses. As *Old Mouse Ruttentutt* always says (very loudly, he can't hear very well anymore), "Mice in a house? No, you know what, I'm not a cat!" The mice in *Epletun* don't have much, but they always have what they need. What they don't have Mehr sehen