In this case, I’m talking about a chipmunk trilling his song as he stood on a rock looking out over the backyard. I could picture an audience of his piers waiting there to listen.
The singing chipmunk
It doesn’t take much for scenarios to cross my mind. I could picture this fellow dressed up in a tuxedo holding a small microphone. Maybe it’s time like these that lead my husband to say, “You live in a fantasy world and need to come back to real life.” I hear this all the time, so I didn’t mention my attendance at my private opera. I just smiled and have to admit that crazy stories running through my mind bring a pleasantry to my mundane chores.