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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Tale of a Mighty Oak

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Tale of a Mighty Oak
By Susan Witmer Miller

The young oak stood strong, sturdy, and confident on the banks of a lively bubbling brook. A vibrant tree with lush deep green foliage and a deep strong healthy root system, she stood alone yet was never lonely. The brook was a merry little chap … always singing a lively happy tune as his waters danced along, heading toward their ocean adventures. The tree would nod her head to his lighthearted melodies as she contentedly listened to the praises he sang to his Creator.

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