Mrs. Spot was telling this interesting story. I thought I
would share it with everyone:
“The other day I was minding my own business when this
irresistible smell drifted over the Woodpile into my burrow. It was even more
alluring than the smell of sunflower seeds. What could it be? With my nose high
in the air, I head in the direction the smell came from. Out of my burrow I
ran, through the Woodpile, and across the yard till I came Mom’s screen door. The
source of this mysterious smell was behind this seemly impenetrable barrier. Not
a problem, I know a secret passageway into house big enough only for chipmunks.
(Chippy doesn’t even know about.) I emerged out of the passageway onto the porch
where the smell was overwhelming. It was coming from someplace over my head. I
looked up and saw a small table which I scurried up. What did I discover? Corn
on the cob! The cobs are too big for us chipmunks haul back to the Woodpile,
so, we need some “human intervention.” I sorta … kinda … invited myself to
dinner.
Mom came out the kitchen and was none to happy to find an
uninvited guest eating her dinner
Hmmm good!
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