Yesterday, I took a break from sanding the circular-sawn flooring
at my cabin and went out to sit in the sun for a bit.
Chip stopped by while I sat collecting sunlight. You know, Chip the chipmunk.
Okay, so I call every chipmunk I see Chip.
Anyhow, Chip the chipmunk bounced in and out of my sunny place in
the mountains for a few minutes. I
watched him stopping at various points along the way to grab a dandelion leaf
and munch it down. He eyed me with
suspicion at all times.
Ours is a tenuous friendship at best.
“Chip,” I said, “you’ve got a nice place here. I like how the sun grows big trees
everywhere. Good small stuff on the
ground. Your creek is nice, too. Mostly, I’m happy you made it through the
winter.”
Chip bounced away without responding to me.
Honestly, I think I annoy Chip.
—Mitchell Hegman
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