A message

When I went to the dump yesterday, this glorious Chipmunk greeted me. It's a sign from the chipmunk gods. I don't know what it's a sign of but it's a sign of something. A message from the Woodland Glen?

Elephant poop

The Head Chipmunk got herself in a political mess. One she should have avoided. It was like a big pile of elephant poop right in the middle of the Woodland Glen and she jumped right in. Now that she is buried up to her chubby cheeks, all alone, with no allies and even friends mad at her, swimming in shit, trying to find the edge to climb out, all she can think is "why, why, why am I such an idiot? I saw it was a big pile of elephant poop and I still jumped right in."

Correlation VS Causation

The Head Chipmunk realized that things seemed unusually quiet and calm in the Woodland Glen this week. Then she realized that the Golden Eagle had been called into Jury Duty since Friday. Correlative only or perhaps a causative relationship could be established?

Heros

When an academic hero of yours at NYU hears about the little project you are running all the way across the country in your small woodland glen and talks to you on the phone (like in person and everything) to tell you he is "excited by your work" and wants to know if he can "help in any way" and "what you are doing is exciting and important" and "I'll get it published for you, if you don't have the time to write" and wants to set up another time to talk and thinks your methods are "better" than his original research.....well, its a weird and wonderful day for a chipmunk who almost didn't graduate high school because she flunked geometry...twice.