It happened when two unfamiliar truck drivers came
in the Mule Barn and took seats at the Round Table. Not that we
wouldn’t have invited them to sit down, if they’d asked. Hey, we’re
Usually we’re at the counter … you know … the Philosophy Counter.
But this morning, due to nasty weather, the numbers of the world
dilemma think tank experienced some overflow. But there were still
two seats left at the Round Table until those truckers came in and
flipped over their coffee mugs.
We all exchanged names and then got down to business. Monkey
business, of course. No one was shocked when Doc kicked it off.
“Chipper’s gone to ground,” he said.
“Yep. Curled right up there in his little bed and corked off. I
slipped a little pillow under his head and covered him with a baby
blanket. He didn’t even move or snore or anything.”
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We stole glances at the two
newcomers to see if they were going to ask. They decided to ride it
out a little longer and just wonder about Chipper, Doc’s imaginary
“Has he recovered from the
kidnapping yet?” asked Dud.
“Technically,” Doc said, “it was
a blatant squirrel napping, complete with ransom. I was so glad to
get him back unharmed, I’m afraid I almost overdosed the little guy
“Hibernation’s a good thing for
Chipper,” continued our local doctor. “Sure saves money on Squirrel
Those two new truckers will have something to chew over for the next
hundred miles or so. We don’t charge for this, you know.
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