My name is Egan Conner and I am continuing the stories and adventures of Rosie and Rita, my next-door neighbor cat friends.
I hope you had the chance to read the first book, Magic of The Stone Circle. If you did, well, I won’t be so long winded in the introduction on this book. If you haven’t read it, you should. But just the same, I will tell you a little about me and my friends Rosie and Rita. 
I have lived next door to Rosie and Rita for eight years. My oh my, time has been flying. Again, I am recounting these stories to you, because Rosie and Rita want to share them with everyone. And if you are wondering, as I said before, I am not a cat. I am a real live getting older by the minute Irishman.
Why am I telling these stories? Well, Rosie and Rita are cats, and you know, cats do not have thumbs, so they cannot write. Therefore, at their polite request I am putting my pen to paper and telling these stories to you as I remember them. Of course, Rosie and Rita help me with every detail. They have memories like elephants. 
Remember, I said I was from Ireland and I may have a fondness for some flights of fancy. For example, maybe I believe in magic, and maybe I believe that Rosie and Rita and their friends can speak to me.
Well, don’t hold that against me until you have read the accounts and goings on in our neighborhood. You see friends, I believe everything, just as it happened. 
Everyone in the neighborhood has had some experience with the recent goings on. From the time Ron and Carla Feathers sold their house to Mark and Susan, things have been unsettled. Then, Rosie and Rita came to live with Mark and Susan and it seemed to become calmer. That girl Sarah and her friend Jimmy seemed to have their hands in the bowl and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what was going on with those two youngsters. Jakers! I was surprised when I found out who Sarah was and her influence with the mountain critters. I’m honest Egan when I tell you Sarah Chapman rules the roost in these foothills and maybe beyond.
I’ve been told Sarah means princess and after seeing her works, I am in total agreement. It took me some time to warm up to that smelly yellow cat she has with her always, but it turns out Yella Fella is not a bad sort. He only needed a bath and an adjustment to his disposition.
The fact of the matter is, everything was fine and dandy until Susan muddled the stillness of the day with her clumsy gathering of the stone circle. It was the luck of the Irish and probably the work of some tiny leprechauns that prevented her from throwing the lot away but instead saved it in a box and thereby saving the mountain side from tipping into the valley below. 
OK. Perhaps an exaggeration, But, I’m Irish and I have some allowances. Susan saved the lot in a box and it has been returned to the place of prominence that Carla Feathers placed it. But that is another story. 
Let’s find out what happened at Coyote Canyon.