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Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails: SKUNKED, Book 14, illustration 14-23 by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails: SKUNKED, Book 14, illustration 14-23 by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails: SKUNKED, Book 14, illustration 14-23 by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

I'm finishing up Skunked!, Book 14 of the Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails. 

The illustration, like any of the illustrations I create can be purchased at either Peacock Books or Silver Lake Books.

Sold: solo, autographed, matted, framed (each service) adds a few days to a week to the time. 


Book will go on sale in the future. I haven't decided whether to add color.

PUBLISHER: CoyWolf Entertainment™

Author & Illustrator: Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Book Series: Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails™

Book #: 14

Illustration #: 23

Order: 14-23 Courtly

Caption: "Wait! Is the scratch and sniff sticker a trick question?"

Date: 09/25/2021, Saturday

Copyright: © 2021 Lisa Loucks-Christenson All rights reserved


If you are interested in publishing Lisa's Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails, contact her: (800) 928-2372. Leave a message. 

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Museum Monday! Book 3, Valentine’s Adventures by Lisa Loucks-Christenson Announced

Museum Monday! Book 3, Valentine’s Adventures by Lisa Loucks-Christenson Announced


Valentine's Adventures Book 3, MUSEUM MONDAY by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

TITLE: Museum Monday! 

SERIES: Valentine’s Adventures™

BOOK #: 3

Valentine with the Mona Lisa in Rochester, Minnesota by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

 Cover illustration (not the finished cover) Valentine in the arms of Mona Lisa while visiting Rochester, Minnesota

AUTHOR & ILLUSTRATOR: Lisa Loucks-Christenson

MEDIUM: Traditional art, 32+ watercolor illustrations

(Lisa made a few extra illustrations for this book that will be included in a future release) 

BLURB (Subject to change)

When Valentine, the heart-covered Chihuahua, visits a local museum, she discovers her powers of imagination are more than she expected when she finds herself inside the famous paintings created over history.


Valentine with Ague & Fever art by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Valentine in Ague & Fever

Valentine as Little Red Riding Hood asks for autograph from Brother's Grimm by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Valentine as Little Red Riding Hood asking Brother's Grimm for Autograph 

Loose art of Lisa’s paintings are for sale at her galleries.


Museum Monday! Book 3, Valentine’s Adventures by Lisa Loucks-Christenson Announced

© 2021 Lisa Loucks-Christenson All Rights Reserved

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SKUNKED, Book 14, Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

SKUNKED, Book 14, Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

SKUNKED, Book 14, Adventures of the Courtly Cottontails by Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Publisher: Lisa Loucks-Christenson Publishing, LLC


Book 14

Illustration: 22

Date: 9/24/2021

© 2021 Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Medium: Pencil

Caption: "My current job . . . stinks!"


This cartoon is syndicated and available for licensing, daily, monthly, or by the book, dripped daily. Over 600 cartoons are in the current collection that make up 14 books, and a new cartoon is created daily










and more. 


Also, check out Lisa's other comic series. 

 Hallowink Hollow Books

Toads of Telemark


The Lady of Whitewater

Redneck Woods

Annie Dani Dale™

Daedee and Dancer™


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          CoyWolf Entertainment™


CoyWolf Entertainment™ Presents

Walk the Burn: A Beaver, Minnesota Ghost Town Documentary & True Crime Story

Written and Photographed by #1 International Bestselling and Award-Winning Author, Photographer and Illustrator Lisa Loucks-Christenson

Publisher: CoyWolf Entertainment™

Release January 1, 2022

This sales page is for the print book. If you want to purchase the ebook, go to:

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Print copies of this title are sold at stores carrying the Lisa Loucks-Christenson Product Line.

WALK THE BURN BLURB (subject to change)

Nothing bad happened to me the first week of WALK THE BURN, just a guy standing behind the tree branches by my truck while I was heading out from my day at the eagle nest. He eyed me as I stepped out of the grasslands. I kept walking through the open woods, keeping my chin up to preserve my stoical expression, trying not to show a trace of fear.

After I stepped off the grassland and onto the blacktop, I had officially entered Minnesota State Highway 74, the road that ran between the parcels of state land. As I walked closer to my truck, I was ready to break another chain in my life and snatch up the bottle of pepper spray, a one-inch brushed steel can of trust that dangled just inches away from my face on the breastplate of my tripod. My check-out counter special that caught my attention twice in one day.

That’s what I thought about as it reflected the light of the afternoon sun into my eyes. Maybe the light beams hitting my vision were God’s way of saying He was nearer than He appeared. My thoughts waved between hoping it was Him or someone he sent.

I watched his face and his dead stare closely, expecting him to move at any moment. My pocket-sized mace didn’t pack enough power to cause a tear––probably mine in a lightning fast altercation. At that moment, I realized how inadequate and undersized its value was. Was my life not worth more than a one ounce bottle of this false sense of security?

A spray bottle dressed in a white label and with ingredients that may as well have included fleeting hope. A handful of stinging nettles could inflict more harm––if only they were at a height I could grab at; I’d take their sting without a second of hesitation. For the first time since seeing the man, I was fully aware of the situation I was walking into.

I kept walking. I tightened my grip on my tripod, the same one I’d use in the future, in 2007, when I’d become future me, to protect myself from a cougar running behind me, then alongside me before it jumped at the face of my future me.


Just in case I didn’t get out of the woods I reached down pressing the shutter on my Canon camera hanging over my shoulder and across my hip, I snapped at least a ten shots of him, trusting the autofocus was working and someone would see the photos if something happened to me and I could leave the camera behind.

The man was about 25 feet away. He continued to observe me, but he didn’t move. His eyes lifted and dropped as he began sizing me up. I hated when men did that disrespect my existence as a woman didn’t measure up to his standards. The Whitewater Valley didn’t have cell phone coverage, so I didn’t bring a phone with me. I repeated my passcode in my head so I didn’t blank out if he came at me as I neared my truck. I kept my eyes looking toward my truck, hoping he’d think I didn’t see him.

I felt myself tensing as I entered my door lock code, 05975, into the keypad on a truck that was as seasonal as my journey into the first couple of years in the valley. I entered my truck, locking the doors, and looked ahead into the turnaround and stared at what had to be his truck. Using my eagle eyesight––I memorized his plate. I still remember it. He followed me for 15 years.

It turns out, per a Minnesota State Trooper, he was a pot farmer, known in the area to law enforcement for his farms. I didn’t overstep his boundary line that day, or care that I was on his turf that first week: I marched right over his divide and I continued to walk anywhere I wanted to walk in those miles of public land, and also the private land I’d secured permission to use during my projects there over the next 15 years of my life.

WALK THE BURN started out as a 30-day documentary showing the daily changes following a controlled burn. A photo essay documenting the actual fire and the black canvas it left behind in the ghost town I studied, now a wildlife refuge that superseded the former town of Beaver, Minnesota.

It’s a story about how life rises from the ashes and into a picture-perfect summer. Ironically, it became a crime and faith story about how God used it to break me into His service; transforming me into someone He could use to serve other people that were hurting deeper and broken harder than me.

I’m Walking My Journey!™––Lisa Loucks-Christenson

This is Lisa Loucks-Christenson’s unique faith-walk. It’s her adventures as she earned the fad names: The Town Joke, The Nature Photographer, The Bug Lady, The Eagle Lady, names that grew into The Lady of Whitewater. WALK THE BURN includes her first steps into the first seven seasons covering a controlled burn and what followed in the former town of Beaver, Minnesota, a ghost town in southeastern Minnesota. These are the opening stories she experienced there. This is her GOD ON A HARLEY meets GRIZZLY ADAMS dining with CRIMINAL MINDS while inspired by TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL.

Lisa Lisa Loucks-Christenson is a photojournalist and member of the ASMP and NATJA and she shot over one million images while covering her documentaries in the Whitewater Valley in southeastern Minnesota.

Lisa’s credits include most major publishers and imprints, news outlets, magazines, trade and her own publishing houses: Esquire, Woman’s World, Self, Harcourt, Diversion, Career World, HSUS Kind News, Disney, Pearson, IBM, Christian Schools International, Travel World Magazine, Trips & Journeys, NBC KTTC-TVKAAL-TV Channel 6 News, KIMT Channel 3 News, WEAU Channel 13 News Eau Claire, Post-Bulletin, Ron Schara’s Minnesota Bound and more. 

Since 2006, Lisa has been the voice behind various shows, live and pre-recorded, including her own podcasts syndicated on iTunes, Bluebrry, Voice America, and various internet sites and terrestrial stations over the years. As time allows, Lisa continues to interview celebrities and entertainers, authors, detectives, businesses owners and others.  Her featured guests include: Aaron Neville, Foghat, Jan Fedarcyk, Captain and Tennille, Kathy Ireland, Charlie Daniels, Porter Wagoner, Ron Ferber, Tom Wilson (Ziggy), Veggie Tales, Beverly Swerling, Oakridge Boys, B.J. Daniels, Jean Craighead George, Dick and Dee Dee, Jim Owen, Brian White, Richie Mcdonald, Ray Stevens, and many others.




In my future stories and books you’ll read about an impostor Minnesota Conservation Officer that detained me that was wearing the name tag of an actual officer that to this day will claim he has never met me, the Pink Flamingo . . . but I’m not referring to a casino; ICE-Rock Cave; “Edward” the cutter; Men in the Brown Van and more. 

EAGLE NEST SITE INCIDENT: (this full story will be in a future title) letters cut up on  Lisa Loucks-Christenson's truck window

This is how my back window of my truck looked when I returned from one of my eagle nest sites.

The Razor Blades Man, Woman or Both? (Chapter title is subject to change)

I came out of the woods and noticed someone had cut into the letters I’d applied on my back window. The letters no longer spelled out, not exactly, my website LISALC.COM. This site is one of a few websites I ran then and still operate, one that kept getting hacked.

Over time, I’d hired computer forensic experts, white hat hackers, security teams, private investigators, and others. The first year I spent thousands, close to $50K in equipment and another $50K in the services for people who dually protected me on my WALK THE BURN and LISA’S BALD EAGLE DOCUMENTARY, but these fees were just the starting fees of my journey.



MY DOG TEAM: (I will update this preview shown below in the future books, and include more details and photos).

God equipped me with eight different dogs while covering my journey. Five dogs were mine. Two were just along for the ride. One was my outdoor companion for a couple of trips, anyway. We trained two protection dogs. We will feature my other dogs in the full story of my books. 

My trained protection dogs were born on 9/11/2004. I was only going to go with the dog that picked me, but after an Olmsted County Sheriff heard we wanted the male, he waited for the next litter and that decision allowed my husband to buy the only male in a litter of 10, our “Dale”, who joined our family and reunited with his sister a week later. We put them through their training when they were a little over a year. A dog that would change everything I knew about a dog. They were loyal and faithful dogs, like my others, that walked and ran next to me, sometimes in tandem and other days solo.

We walked, ducked, crawled across the terrain, under branches, up and down bluffs. We broke our own trails; we broke through the ice of the frozen rivers together, there were flash floods, a whirlpool I pulled my female out of almost falling in with her, quicksand, ice-coated bluffs, woods, meadows, and grasslands and bad people we’d encounter but also good people that had our backs. There were places I wish we didn’t find. The Pink Flamingo––not the casino is one of them, ICE Rock Cave, suitably named.

My dogs protected me through my projects for as long as they could walk––their entire lives. I will always be a better person because I shared our days together as companions who never flinched at teaching me how to fully enjoy my spirit of adventure.                       

         Dale, my German Shepherd a trained protection dog

                    Dale in Don't Eat Bees!

Dale was also my inspiration behind my Amazon Hot New Release, #1 international bestseller, DON’T EAT BEES!, a double award-winning story, earning the coveted, 2020 Royal Dragonfly 2020 Book Awards for best illustrations and an Honorable Mention for the story in the ebook category. Dale lives on in my upcoming sequel, HEAVEN CAN REST! Dale is an ambassador for my BOW WOW DETECTIVES® brand, and appears in other books I’ve created.

Dale Bernard Von Smaragd Huegel is pictured above. He was my main field dog. Like his sister pictured below, he was a trained German Shepherd protection dog. 


Dani and me

This is Dani and me, Dale’s sister. Dani Bernadette Von Smaragd Huegel always knew people and their intentions before they even moved. That was her champion bloodlines, her training, and her instincts, and she never failed me. 

You can read about how Dani protected me, laying her body across me, with her face in front of mine, barring her teeth and giving warning to a man in the Dorer Pools. I have shots of him and his driver.

The story is both suspenseful and interesting. Chapter: Men in the Brown Van.














Winter Bugs Exhibit Edition







Cover Blurb:

As the seasons passed, the grass wherever I walked was a shade lighter—not greener, a color reserved for newbies—but also taller, thicker, and deeper. It was like staring toward the ocean in search of the horizon; the grass had no visible end. When I walked away, 13 years later, I felt no desire to look back and see if I had changed, for I knew I had. My inner self was something I was carrying with me, confident and with my desires fulfilled. As I took my first step onto the highway, departing the trail at mile marker 45, I did so knowing that the grasslands behind me would forever be a mirror for my experiences.

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Man threatens arson  . . .  then leaves a Google Review on the business with his name

Man threatens arson . . . then leaves a Google Review on the business with his name



THANK YOU Rochester, Minnesota Police for your help on this situation.

Man threatens arson and then leaves a Google Review for our Silver Lake Books store. 

Rochester, Minnesota Police were given the name of the person threatening arson at Silver Lake Books last Friday, 9/10/2021, on the eve of 911. 

On 9/11/2021, Lisa Loucks-Christenson the founder, president and ceo of Loucks Studios, Inc. noticed a new review posted on an her brand, Silver Lake Books, but it was not a positive one.

She was happy to see the reviewer left his name. She forwarded it to the Rochester, Minnesota Police. 

His arson threat is documented both by Loucks Studios, Inc. security and the Rochester Police.

Daniel is trespassed from the stores. 



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Re-connecting and Turning Up the Heat

Re-connecting and Turning Up the Heat

Today, I feel like sharing that although the pandemic has changed how I work, like everyone, I'm building my publishing empire . . . to the exact size God wants it to be, currently at over 300+ titles I have purchased, created, or bought from other publishers. I'm building my Christian titles, writing and illustrating one to three illustrations per day, and creating at least 1-2 books a month. I won't allow myself to sit lukewarm. I will not, ever, be anything but hot or cold. God doesn't seem to want us to be hot or cold, he can work with that.

Whether I'm hot or cold today, I'd say hot.  Guarded. Threatened. Things have been really heated this week. A threat at Silver Lake Books, one I can't take likely, for reasons maybe I only understand. Suddenly there was a new Google review posting comments about my husband, my brand, claiming the store reviews are a set up. PLEASE IF YOU WROTE ONE, verify it. I didn't ask for a meal when I was hungry, I remained hungry. I know what it feels like not eating for days. I wouldn't ask you to fatten your words, when I'm fat, because I don't ask favors.

My husband is under attack, my brand is under attack, your words are under attack. Either you can let them slide, and they will be assumed fake, like fake news, fake reviews; or I ask you to step up and defend your words. Did we in any way ask you, pay you, demand, con you or set you up to leave your five star reviews? Are they fake? 


This Google reviewer yelled he was going to burn his book in front of our building, still a threat of arson (maybe he was going to put an insurance claim on it, who knows? He wouldn't be the first man to try to pull an insurance scam on me. Ask Winona County. That investigator, he spotted it. Brought straight on, by a volunteer fireman in another county. One that I wouldn't want in my house if it were burning. 

The "Google Reviewer" left off his review that he made a threat of arson (he left that out on his review of my Silver Lake Books brand, a division of my Loucks Studios, Inc. corporation. He also left out that he was told to leave. That my husband was dialing "911", he left out that he was screaming you mother-f....: at my husband, AND he left out that upon entry, my husband told him, "We are not buying books", and that he was repeatedly told this, before he began swearing, making a scene, yelling at my husband, before he threatened to burn his book in front of our store).

See, God can work with him. No doubt he is hot.

Do you know what my job was? At 1AM when I wanted to go to bed, I couldn't I had two things I had to do. Defend God's brand, and take the name the "Google Reviewer" put on his review about Silver Lake Books and, since he was "name dropping" I copied and pasted it and submitted a police report, the second one filed in 6 hours on this guy. The first report was filed by my husband, the victim, with the Rochester, Minnesota police. I included his review, as hurtful as it was, how it was written to attack my husband, smear my company, and say our reviews were all a set up.

He wanted to attack my humble God-fed and led corporation, one I'm founder, president and CEO, a woman-led company but with Jesus as my co-pilot, as my silent partner.

He demanded the company invest its dollars into his book. He reached into a big backpack, and in our experience the person may have just about anything in their bag, and we don't want people at our desk dumping out or reaching into bags, or forcing their faces and demands into our faces. We follow peace.

We don't have weapons. We have Jesus. We hope the cops always arrive, in time, if we can even get a call out. Sometimes, like yesterday, my husband couldn't. 

I set a new policy after being attacked, personally, by a homeless man last fall, months ago, at our other location. "We are not buying books at this time." That's the line my family will give you, when you try and sell us a book.

It's for our own safety. Until yesterday, it kept us safe.

Who would think that owning a bookstore, in my case two, would or could become life-threatening, twice, in 11 months? 

If officers hadn't arrived on scene, along with the fire department on my "911"  call last fall I might not be writing this. I call it operator error in a panic situation, I hit the fire button instead of the police button on my alarm panel. That's why I knew I had to get to my panic alarm in front, I needed police. I had no time to dance--the man was inside and cut me off from my back work area.

Thank God, I had time to dial "911" on my phone, and I could only hope they could hear everything, no one can ever hear me on that phone. Not that they could save me, but I could at least give information if he had a gun or knife so their officers would know what they were walking into, there would be a record if things went a different direction. 

I had posted the video, the one I recorded on my Nikon camera, hanging it over my shoulder, as I left the back room. I thought he'd notice it, but he didn't.  I was expecting the worse, the guy just through a rock at my window, then crashed his body into the other. When you have seconds, they all count. I knew, but only by the help of angels that  I was safer in front that trapped in the back--I had a chance a customer may walk in, so I hit record on my camera. Thank you Nikon for building equipment that helped me in a bad situation. I posted the video, but then I was reminded this man had rights, even as an aggressor, attacker,  tried breaking my window with his body. Even though he scared me, came within a whisker of my own--I hate getting old.

Lucky for me, God sent a lady over  earlier in the day with a donation from the Pine Island Church, that pile of books saved me. God's word was all over them. See that's being cold in a hot situation. All I needed to do was stand. Not show fear. Talk him down. Stale him. I could hear the sirens. I felt I had seconds and I had no idea what he was holding in his right hand behind his back. I have photos of it, him holding it, him and how his face changed dark when he left and re-entered coming right at me. At least I had time to hit the panic alarm. 

See, if God hadn't sprang cougars, black bear, and rattlesnakes at me in the woods, I wouldn't have had the instincts to get out of the way and stand. God knows how to shut the mouths of lions. He knows how to divert the snakes, and bear. 

He knew exactly when to put on this kind lady's heart the very day an attacker would come into my store, and moments after my husband left--throwing his body against the glass window I was sitting by. 

Try getting that image out of your mind. I'm glad we left that location. I don't have to see him every time I went to work in back. 

God had me in full armor. Earlier that day, I had a man come in. He was making good on a promise to his recently departed wife. We'd all met last fall. I prayed over her, for healing from her cancer. She wanted to deliver the earrings she made me, sterling silver, in March, but the pandemic and Governor mandate to close was in effect. Her husband gave me the beautiful card she wrote, and the beautiful earrings she made for me. I put them on. I wore them all day. I felt blessed and protected. They became spiritual weapons against the man. 
Something caused him to pause when he came at me, and he suddenly screamed, "I'm calling the police." He turned and walked into them. 

The man was caught, let go, because he didn't actually touch me. He threatened. He threw his body against the glass, he intimidated me, overpowered me  pressed himself to me-- but he didn't get in the backroom, or through me, though he tried. He told me I was alone. He told the cops he heard people talking in the back. He was on drugs. 


I'm off to file a third police report on this man. Turns out, he's the same man, along with a friend, who came in harassing my husband about a month ago, demanding $200 each for an Edgar Allen Poe book, another book, and one that was signed by the author. 

When my husband opened the book, it was signed alright, but not by the author, it was a name my husband instantly re-connected with. It was signed by my husband's sister, a Reverend, and wife of top criminal attorney in Rochester, Minnesota, Duane Kennedy. 

My husband asked the angry man, "So where did you get this book?"

He said, "Out of a dumpster downtown."

Hmm. I wonder about that. 

I guess it shows where he is spending time, and another reason we aren't buying books from the public. Between people stealing books out the little libraries and bringing them in to sell us, and now this. We trust you understand. 




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All Loucks Studios, Inc. and Lisa Loucks-Christenson Publishing, LLC Stores Are Closed 9/11/2021 to 9/13/2021 Due to Arson Threat by Google Reviewer

Loucks Studios, Inc. and all stores will be closed 9/11/2021 to 9/13/2021 due to arson threat and to give Rochester Police Department time to arrest this man, who exposed his name on a Google Review

Incident: 9/10/2021 Arson Threat - Lisa Loucks-Christenson Store

On Friday, September 10, 2021, 07:58:54 PM CDT, Lisa Loucks-Christenson <lisalXXXXXXXXXXX> wrote:
Incident:  #21-09-10-01
Date: 09/10/2021
Day of Week: Friday
Time Suspect Arrived: 3:30 pm
Time Suspect Was In Store:
Time it Took for Suspect to Leave: about 20 min
Store: Silver Lakes Book division of Loucks Studios, Inc.
Address: 903 6th St. NW, Rochester, MN 55901
Phone: (507) 512-3074
Witnesses: Dave Christenson, husband of store owner.
Where Did Incident Take Place in the Store or on the Property: In the store at the check out counter
What was the Suspect Wearing?: had a full face covering for a mask. 
Describe Suspects Appearance:
Race: white
Gender: male
Age: 25 -30
Physical Description: 5' 8 about
Behavior: Verbal Arson Threat
Did Suspect Follow Mask Requirement? Yes with a full face covering 
Did Suspect Have Any Identifying Clothing, Gear, Backpack? Backpack with some type of leather camping emblem. 
How Did the Suspect Arrive? Bike
Vehicle/Transportation Description: 
How Long Was Suspect in the Store: about 20 min
Did the Suspect Leave Immediately? 
Was There Anyone Else With Suspect Outside? NO 
What Direction Did Suspect Head? West on 6th street
Has Suspect Ever Been in the Store? I think so 
Is He a Return Customer? Has never purchased anything. 
What Did Suspect Want, Did They State A Reason for Visiting? He wanted me to purchase his book. 
Did He Demand Anything? Yes, he wanted me to purchase his book. 
What Did You Tell Suspect? I was not buying books at this time. I must have told him this 3-4 times. But he insisted that I look at his book. So he pulled his book out of his back pack. It was a discarded old school book. He said look it is here on Amazon for $200.00. 
I again explained I was not buying at this time.  I tried to explain that you can list it for anything you want for price. I went on to explain that there are many independent sellers and showed him that the book is listed for sale for $2.94 all over. That just because someone put the book online at Amazon in hopes that someone will pay that amount does not reflect the true value of the book.
He said, “I will take $200.00.”
I said, “No I am not paying you for the book.”
He became very angry, he said, “Those listings did not have a picture.”
I told him, “The book was the same year, same publisher, same title, and was rated. It is the same book.” 
Then he started calling me names and I suggested, “If you are so sure the book was worth that he should put it up on Amazon and sell it himself.“
He became very angry and said, “I’m going to do that.” Then he got more angry and yelled, “I’ll just burn the book in front of the store!” 
Was Suspect Told To Leave? I was at this point moving him out the door. I said to him, “I am calling 911.”
What Reaction Did Suspect Have When Told To Leave? He was swearing at me.
Did Suspect Leave Immediately? He proceeded to get on his bike and leave. 
Did Suspect Threaten You? He threatened to burn the book in front of the building.  
Did Suspect Do Anything/Say Anything to Make You Feel Threatened? 
Yes he was very angry called me names verbally and threatened to burn the book which is starting a fire on the premises of the building 
Did Suspect Make Any Threats? Yes, Threaten to start a fire. 
Did Suspect Threaten to Do Anything to Business Property? Yes start a fire 
Did You Dial ‘911” Or Attempt To? I was trying to get my phone to open when he rode off on his bike. 
In The Past Week Has There Been Any Other Suspicious Activity? Yes, we had a homeless guy show up on 9/9/2021 in the afternoon and walked in and said, “Do you have my cell phone?” 
I told him, “No I don’t have your cell phone.”
He said, “Did you find a cell phone out front?”
I said, “No.”
He asked again, “Are you sure you don’t have my cell phone.”
I told him, “No I don’t have you cell phone.”
He was very aggressive. He was masked, white male, gruff, road hard. He left and opened bottle of cinnamon 
whiskey or something, red guy on the front of label. He rode west on a bike with his bottle of liquor. 
Have You Encountered Any Suspicious People Visiting The Store? yes see above
Describe the Incident: yes see above.
Solution: Suspect was verbally told to leave and not come back, he was banned from the property
File RPD report: Advised to file report, since threat of fire was made.
SIGN: __David Christenson  9/10/21 _
Rochester Police REPORT FILED: 9/10/2021

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Introducing L.L. Christenson’s new series, 8H: Eight Horsemen of Equinox Estuary, on November 14th, 2021, the first episode will release.

For those who wonder what happens beyond the valleys in the driftless region, far beyond the shores of the Minnesota Red Coast...

There's man known among some lands known as "Etcher", some kind of otherworldly spirit or a man, no one knows for sure, but it's no secret that he's searching for a new land to call home.

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Lisa Loucks-Christenson's with some of her  Award-winning Illustrations for DON'T EAT BEES!

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