Rise of The Mulberry Guardians

Maple Lane ended in a circle, like the street was hugging itself. That is what Jasmine liked about the cul-de-sac. No one could speed through it. No one could honk and roar away like Maple Lane was just a shortcut. Cars rolled in slow, careful as turtles, and kids could ride bikes in wide loops without feeling the wind of traffic snap at their elbows.

At the very end of the circle stood the mulberry tree. It was not the tallest tree in the world. It was not even the tallest on Maple Lane. Bu...