We have chipmunks.  Fat chipmunks.   And a lot of them.

Some see this as a problem.  But not me.  I like them a lot.  I think they are as cute as can be.  I don’t care that they are tunneling everywhere around our Koi Pond and landscaping, and making big mounds of dirt.  No.  I do not see them as a problem, at all.  I see possibilities, and potential.

With the notion that these little fella’s are a problem.. SOMEONE has decided to “Live Trap” them.  Then, they are driven far, far, away from our home… deep into the woods, and released back into nature.

Some view this as a humane way of getting rid of our immediate chipmunk “problem.”  I think of it…. as a disrupted displacement of little chipmunk families.

I think it would be much better if I kept them, domesticated them, and began our training.

Yes.  You read it right. Training.

You see, I think they have much potential.  They are fast, and nimble, and very good at acrobatics.  So I want to start a little Chipmunk Circus.  A little traveling squad of “The Charming Chipmunk Champions.”

They will perform daring feats of acrobatic maneuvers.  Skillful jumps.  Fearless tumbles and rolls.  They will have teeny weeny trapezes and tightropes, and trampolines.

We will travel from city to city, with our little circus tents, and itsy-bitsy bleachers, and tiny ticket stands.  We will have little concession stands with small boxes of popcorn, and mini-hotdogs, and such.

Oh. It will be BIG.  Grand.  People will come from miles around to watch little chipmunks watching the little chipmunk circus.

I know.  It sounds like a great adventure.  Like a ton of fun.  BUT…..then……  It sounds too good to be true.  And then the reality sets in.  And the lights dim, and the tent collapses… and there really is no circus.

You see.  Sometimes, that is how life feels to me.  I want to believe in the magic.  The possibilities.   The great unknowns.   I do.  But the intellectual muscle starts to flex.  And the dream of it all… begins to fade away.

People believe in all sorts of different things.  From God, to Yahweh, to Allah.   From the Bible, to the Torah, to the Quran. Some believe in ghosts, spirits, and spirit guides.  Others believe in Angels, and miracle beings.  Still others believe in faeries, witches, and goblins.  Psychics and Spiritualists.

I can’t say for sure who is right.  Maybe all of them… maybe none.

And there…. is my daily beast.

I want to believe in the impossible.  But then… I think it is impossible.

Dang it.

I was almost done sewing the little chipmunk leotards.  And THAT… my friends…. might have been The Greatest Show on Earth.

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!
— Audrey Hepburn
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It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.
— Agnes Repplier
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I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.
— J. B. Priestley