One summer evening in 2008 my niece Kyra spent the night. As we were relaxing just before bedtime, she turned to me and asked if I could tell her a story. I struggled to come up with one even though I used to have a very active imagination. I realized that for some reason I no longer seemed to be capable of making something up. So, to keep her satisfied, I instead decided to tell her about the American Revolution. My lack of creativity and imagination didn't settle well with me. I had recently become a father for the first time and knew that one day my son would be asking me to tell him a story. After Kyra went to bed I reflected upon a situation my parents were having with a chipmunk living in our back yards. A chipmunk made his home in a sandstone wall behind my house and every morning would make a mess behind my parent?s back door. I thought, maybe this situation would be a good bases for a story. After changing a few details and giving the chipmunk a name I came up with this little story. Thanks to Kyra for inspiring it and to my sister for proofreading it. I hope everyone enjoys the story.
Dedication
I dedicate this story to my son, all my nieces and nephews, one special little girl named Callie from Point Marion and to the memory of my grandmother, the real Yole.

Created on 06/13/2011 11:44 AM by admin
Updated on 06/13/2011 11:46 AM by admin