Chippy's Stadium

The premiere sporting event of the critter world is the “Wood Bowl.” It takes place the first weekend after New Years. It seems CNN (critter news network) won’t cover the event if it is held on New Years Day. They are too busy with live broadcasts of the Rose Bowl parade and football game. The Wood Bowl changes locations every year. Like the Olympics various critter populations vie for the right to host it.

The Mayor of the Woodpile after a few too many drinks at the Blackbird tavern, filled out an application online to host the event. He boasted about our state-of-art modern stadium and warm temperatures … the Woodpile got selected to host. The reality is we don’t have a stadium, it freezing outside, and oh yah we got snow! An emergency session of the city council was called. The council was about ready to decline the hosting job but I suggested we buy some industrial heaters from Home Depot and use wood from the Woodpile to build a stadium. They voted to make me foreman of the new stadium construction project and also voted to name the stadium after me. (Translation, they didn’t have any funds to pay me.) Hey, how many people have a stadium named after them?

First order of business was make sure my name was prominently displayed. I started with the letter “C”. I didn’t realize how heavy these logs are to roll into place.

This is our local building inspector. She is checking to make sure the logs are stable and won’t roll over someone.

What do you mean? It looks perfectly safe to me.

I spent a lot of time thinking about how to dot the “I” in my name. My first thought was use the dip bowl. That was a big mistake. My fellow Woodpilers protested saying it was a public watering bowl, so, I had to put it back.

While I was sulking about not being able to use the dip bowl, Mrs. Spot quietly pushed a pumpkin into place. Great idea!

The building inspector declared the stem to be a hazard to bird navigation. We had to chew it off.

Now that the “I” was finished, the next job was the “P”

I decided to stash some sunflower seeds for tailgating. I wonder what the origins of “tail” gating is?

Mrs. Spot helped me position the “Y”. I had this piece of wood custom made for the project.

My buddy Bushy was suppose to help out but he overslept. He was all apologies.

The chairwoman of the North American Wood Bowl committee dropped by for a surprise inspection. Her only question was where was the stadium?

I spent so much time getting my name just right, I sort of forgot about the stadium part.

I am afraid in order to fit the stadium in, I had to get rid of the dot on the “I”.