I thought I heard a little voice calling to me from outside, so I put down the sequins, (don’t ask) and went to investigate.
“Hello?” I called from the window.
“Hello.” The words came from a little chipmunk sitting in a clay pot. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you please fill this bowl? Birdseed would be good, but I have a hankering for a cheeseburger if you have one in your pocket.”
I always thought a conversation with an animal from the woods would be a lot more inspirational.