Meet a chipmunk...and a friend

Yes, Chuck is a Chipmunk. Well, his name is really "Chunk" (can't imagine why!) but Heidi and I don't believe in names based on personal appearance, so we call him Chuck, even though he always corrects us.

He works here at the Inn also, although his duties are much more grueling than ours. Every morning, Chuck is required to show up around breakfast time and eat the crumbs that the kitchen puts out for him on a stump. It's hard work. Bunnies and birds also come out to eat the crumbs and sometimes there are words -- harsh words if you can believe it. Who knew such bad language could come out of such cute little bunny mouths?

Of course Chuck isn't the only chipmunk on the payroll. He has colleagues and they can sometimes be a burden also.

Altogether, Heidi and I prefer our career path. We aren't required to do a thing except be adorable and play chess. Well, the chess is optional but we love it and if you're really good at something, don't you owe it to the world to share?

However, I digress.

Just the other day, Chuck told us that La Petite Rive, the new onsite restaurant, is now cooking the world-renowned breakfast. Now I'm not jealous but Heidi is. She points out that even if there is no donkey-seating at dinner, who would even notice or care if we popped down to the farmhouse for breakfast? And I hate to say it, but she makes good sense.