The other morning, the Chipmunk of Doom was sitting in his tree and darning socks when a shocking scene unfolded right before his eyes.
A bird on a pogo stick jumped by, singing a jaunty tune.
Dandelions ate pancakes with acorn syrup.
The sun strolled along the path, waving at flowers and scorching Mr. Doom’s toe fur.
“What in tarnation is going on around here?” thought Mr. Doom as he fanned his toes. Just when he thought the world had turned upside down, he saw Woodchuck wander by chewing on a pencil. Woodchuck liked to write short stories and often read them aloud as he worked out his plots.