<p>You are about to read how Squiggley Wiggley came to live in my house. </p><p><br></p><p>He had a scary beginning living in sewers, crossing busy highways to rebuild with his friends and ended up in a swimming pool! My friend Verna and her daughter saved Sammy and Squiggley. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>Now Squiggley is living with me, a retired senior in a beautiful desert with tall mountains. I laugh at his cuteness and hold him, and I wrote and painted a story about life with Squiggly. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>My son helps when I drop or misspell words, and he gave me a couple of ideas to add.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>My friend Gena scanned my writings and water-painted illustrations. </p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>My cousin Cindy gave me encouragement to paint too.</p><p><br></p><p>This book is dedicated to my son, Loren, grandson and nephews.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>