When seen through that morning’s thick blanket of fog, the garden looked like it belonged in a fairy tale. And Mama Chipmunk’s grandchildren knew that, in this weather, the woods would look even more magical.
So they loaded their backpacks with peanut butter sandwiches, the last of the fuzzy peaches, and thermoses of hot tea; donned their twirliest, most dramatic-looking cool-weather capes; and headed off on a quest to find … they weren’t sure what exactly.
But each one of them was convinced they would discover something magical in the foggy woods. How could they not on such a day?