A poem by Surfcrab...

"Ahem" Tiny little chipmunks..scurrying, foraging for acorns..but the acorns be'ith scarse this season little chipmunk..but alas! I've saved you some from the season twas before..i shall give you some my furry fellow..all i ask of thee is for you to rub up and down on my frog..and don't forget the beanbag..
.......................Thank you