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CHARLIE WAS JUST A CHIPMUNK
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DANITA ROSS HALLER
illustrated by
SUSAN STILL
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CHARLIE LIVED IN A HOLE UNDER A LOG PILE,
ABOVE THE STONE WALL,
BESIDE THE CLEAR BUBBLING CREEK,
AT THE EDGE OF THE PARK.

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CHARLIE WAS HAPPY.
HIS WORLD WAS BEAUTIFUL.

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HE LOVED THE GREEN TREES.
HE LOVED THE WILD FLOWERS.
HE LOVED THE CLEAR, BUBBLING CREEK.

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HE LOVED TO ROMP AND AND PLAY
WITH HIS FRIENDS,
IN AND OUT OF THE STONE WALL.

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IN THE WINTER,
WHEN THE COLORS AND SMELLS OF SPRING
AND SUMMER WERE GONE, CHARLIE
ESPECIALLY LOVED HIS SNUG LITTLE HOLE.
IT WAS WARM.
IT WAS HOME.

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HE LOVED THE RUSTLE OF THE LEAVES
AS HE SHUFFLED TO SPECIAL PLACES
WHERE HE HAD HIDDEN FOOD.

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HE LOVED POKING HIS NOSE OUT OF HIS HOLE
AND FEELING THE COLD WETNESS
OF FEATHERY SNOWFLAKES
AS THEY FELL SOFTLY TO THE GROUND.
HE LOVED THE QUIET	

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CHARLIE WAS HAPPY!

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THEN, ONE SPRING,
THE PEOPLE STARTED COMING TO THE PARK.

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AT FIRST IT WAS EXCITING,
FOR CHARLIE GOT TO TASTE NEW TREATS,
LIKE MARSHMALLOWS AND GUMDROPS
AND POPCORN!

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MORE PEOPLE CAME TO THE PARK,
AND MORE PEOPLE...

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ONE DAY,
CHARLIE WENT TO GET A SIP OF WATER
FROM THE CLEAR BUBBLING CREEK.
"OUCH!" CHARLIE ALMOST CUT HIS TONGUE!
THERE WAS BROKEN GLASS EVERYWHERE.

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CHARLIE TRIED TO PICK IT UP AND TO BURY IT,
BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH,
AND HE WAS JUST A CHIPMUNK....

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THE DAYS PASSED,
THE CREEK TURNED A FUNNY COLOR.
IT WAS FULL OF OIL.

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CHARLIE WAS SAD.

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EARLY ONE MORNING, CHARLIE BOUNDED UP OUT
OF HIS HOLE, ANXIOUS TO GREET THE DAY.
AT LEAST HE TRIED... HE FOUND HIMSELF
SQUEEZING HIS WAY THROUGH A PILE OF CANS
AND PAPER THAT SOMEONE HAD THROWN
BEHIND HIS LOG PILE!
CHARLIE PUSHED. CHARLIE PULLED.

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CHARLIE'S FRIENDS PUSHED, AND THEY PULLED,
BUT THEY JUST COULDN'T MOVE
ALL OF THE CANS.
CHARLIE WOULD HAVE TO FIND A NEW HOME.

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CHARLIE LOOKED AT HIS HOLE,
UNDER THE LOG PILE...COVERED WITH TRASH,
ABOVE THE STONE WALL, BESIDE THE CREEK...
FILLED WITH OIL AND GLASS
AT THE EDGE OF THE PARK.

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CHARLIE LOOKED AT THE PEOPLE.
CHARLIE WAS SAD.

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BUT, CHARLIE
WAS JUST A CHIPMUNK.

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