Chippy’s Joke (Monday Morning Mumblings)

“Chip.  Chip, chip, chip, chip.  Chip.  Chip, chip, chip, chip.”  Chippy sat on the edge of the oregano pot singing his “good morning” song.  Mr. Sun was just peeking over the horizon and Chippy could feel that this was going to be a wonderful Monday.

“Chip.  Chip, chip, chip, chip.  Chip.  Chip, chip, chip, chip.” Chippy happily sang again as the early morning spring breeze skipped by and playfully ruffled his fur.

“CHIP! CHIP!  Chip, chip, chip, chip!  CHIP! CHIP!  Chip, chip, chip, chip!” Chippy sang louder looking toward the house.  The curtains were still closed.  She must not be awake yet.  Maybe he wasn’t singing loud enough.

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