While her grandchildren spent the dark, rainy afternoon at Rabbit’s, drinking hot milky tea, eating strawberry scones, and — as it turned out — putting together jigsaw puzzles, Mama Chipmunk stayed home.

She decided to wash the breakfast dishes later (while a pot of soup simmered on the stove for supper) and was determined to ignore them until then.

In the library, she dragged her reading chair to the window, grabbed her favorite comfort-read book and her softest quilt, and settled in for an afternoon of reading (or possibly napping), accompanied by the patter of rain falling gently on the garden outside.

(Late May 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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