The Unbelievable Day of Ronnie the Chipmunk

Remember I told you about the great day I had with my niece a week ago? I had to babysit her in the weekend, because her parents went out and the maid from the domestic cleaning company came to do her job. We didn’t feel like going out, so we stayed in the house, but we invented a game of ourselves, which we find amusing.

Actually, it was not a game, but a story-telling, which we both did. I called the story I made out “The Unbelievable Day of Ronnie the Chipmunk”. So, this is it.

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Ronnie the Chipmunk lived in its hollow on a tree in Wimbledon Park and lived its quiet chipmunk’s life without any intention to interfere with the life of anyone else. And whatever you would think, Ronnie was a chipmunk like no other, because of his particular fondness of cones, which usually ended up with a complete mess in his hollow.

Despite his comely looks, Ronnie the Chipmunk was a real cone-freak and would do anything just to steal a cone or two more. He didn’t care about the mess and the non-cleaned hollow; he just wanted piles of cones surrounding him. And in the end, there was so much dirt and dust in there that he could hardly see the cones under the mess.

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And here the maid came into the room and asked us if it is convenient to come in and do her job. When I involved a maid into the Chipmunk story, the cleaning woman burst into laughter and said that she hadn’t have such a good time for a long time.

So, as you see, my aunt-and-niece experiences become more and more promising. And the most important thing, after all, is that we have a lot of fun together.