While on vacation, my mother lost her car keys. On a trail. While hiking. If you ask her, it was my fault. You see I was on another trail with a busted chain and I made the mistake of calling her so she wouldn't worry. My mistake.
Her version from here goes like this: I called. She pulled out her phone like a rabbit out of a hat TADA! And she says this must have been when her keys made their daring escape. Hurtling amongst the woods, foliage, and wildlife.
Like a needle in a haystack. She says, but a key is much bigger than a needle. To which I responded, yes, and the WOODS much, much bigger than a haystack!
Meanwhile in the city....an out of towner experiences a parallel universe. Well, it wasn't her keys, but a license. And the woods were cars, the wildlife people, and the foliage...well that was still foliage. And my chain...fully in tact, thank god.
And I rolled up on her license and threw it in my pocket. This wasn't my first ever find but the easiest reunion I ever made. Consult facebook. Match name and picture to license. Confirm hometown. BINGO...it's a match! Send message. License and owner reunited.
Back in the woods....Ranger Nick was making the rounds. And you'll never guess what was found... Now my mom says her keys must have been stolen by a cheeky chipmunk. See, it's never her fault. Still, in her defense, those chipmunks were a bit unruly.
Whilst I was reading one afternoon, one jumped right up on my arm and stared me in the eye. It may very well have been the same one that kept jumping in my crate and chirping around my digs. These crazy critters were worse than a cat cruising an ice cream bowl.
But like the one staring me down on the edge of my sleeve, they wanted food, not keys. I can't imagine why they'd shove a key to a Toyota in their expandable cheek. Unless....do you think they knew it was stashed with food?
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