Ima Cygnenoir is older than dirt and lives in Arizona, on the edges of the Sonoran Desert with six dogs, three peacocks, half a dozen rabbits, two giant desert toads and over two dozen ground squirrels (all named Harold.) She is a grandmother and a mother claimed by four girls, all of whose names begin with A, and they, more than anything, are the reason for this story. It started out as a tale to amuse and by demand became the written word.