The Foggy Day
Throughout the recent snowstorms, and a full day of heavy rain, Mama Chipmunk’s littlest grandchild had stayed indoors, ensconced in her grandmother’s reading chair with a pile of fairytale books.
But when the morning after all the rain dawned bright and thick with fog, she bounced out of bed and bounced through breakfast, ready for an adventure, and anxious to get to the woods.
Since first discovering the large hole nestled among the roots of a hackberry tree, she had convinced herself — and her siblings — that it must be a secret tunnel to someplace magical. But they had found it on a foggy day, and so she had also convinced herself, and them, that they must wait for another foggy day to investigate; because that’s how magic works, she said.
(Early February 2024)
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