Mom has been observing all the successful new businesses that have popped up at the Woodpile. She shrewdly predicted after everyone got their outrageous credit cards bills from the seed vending machine, they would be looking for an alternative place to shop. She opened up two boutique seedmarts called the “Market Basket.” In keeping with this theme the stores were actual baskets. The marketing strategy is to sell high quality specialty seeds for reasonable prices.
One basket was established at the old stump for the four legged critter population. The brightly colored basket immediately drew lots of attention. The second basket was hung on the pole that once held a bird feeder. It had a more tradition look and feel to it. The birds told me it reminded them of an oversized nest, a very comfy feeling.
On opening day both stores were busy especially the one for critters. Mom sold 25 pounds of seed. Word of the new stores went viral over social media. The next day she sold 50 pounds of seeds. While standing in line for an hour to get into the critter basket, I noticed that the bird basket wasn’t nearly as crowded. Birds would swoop in and out quickly. Mom intentionally put it up on the pole so us ‘munks couldn’t get into it. There must be a way to get in. Let me brainstorm some ideas and get back to you.
With great effort a workmunk moves the basket into position on the old stump.
Mrs. Black-Cap, Mom’s store manager, arrived to find that the workmunks had at mixed up the baskets.
The delivery company supervisor arrived to sort things out.
Mrs. Black-Cap points to the delivery instructions taped to the inside of the basket which stated “Deliver to the bird feeder pole.”
After climbing into read the instructions for himself, the supervisor muttered something about what he planned to do when he got his paws on whoever messed it up.
The proper basket was moved onto the old stump.
After a final check, Mrs. Black-Cap declared the Critter Basket open for business.
The cashier was surprised by the huge line that had formed.
There was a mad dash to purchase the best seeds.
The Bird Basket was a lot less crowded. Each bird would only buy one seed at a time so they were in and out quickly. (Unlike ‘munks that insist on filling both cheek pouches.)
The store attracted a discerning class of seed customers
There must be a way to get to the bird basket.I strained my neck trying to look up.
The pole is really tall and there are no claw holds on it.
Here goes nothing … just don’t look down.
I climbed the pole … now how to do I reach the basket?
It isn’t that far of a leap (?) I see those superheroes in the movies do it all the time.
I can’t believe I actually made it.
This is so much better. I prefer to shop without the crowds.
I bought my groceries, okay, now how do I get down? I
hadn’t thought about that. I was so focused on climbing up here.
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