One of Mama Chipmunk’s littlest grand-babies, the one who watched and heard everything but rarely spoke — the “quiet one” — was a voracious reader.

She devoured school books and fun books and had read her way through most of the books on the shelves lining the stone walls of her grandmother’s library.

Knowing all of this — and wanting some new cozy mysteries and cookbooks and songbooks for themselves anyway — the robins did a bit of gathering while they were away, and when they came home from their winter vacation, each one carried a backpack with three tiny books.

(March 2023)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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