The Day Chippie Cashed In His Chips
Life on the Mississippi Delta
My brother Ronnie and I were exact opposites. He was the good boy; I was the family’s black sheep, curious about everything, and constantly getting into trouble, seeking to satisfy my insatiable curiosity. Many a switching I got because of Ronnie’s snitching. Occasionally, though, events worked in my favor. Such was the case with Chippie.
Dad loved wild creatures, and if he caught one, he’d bring it home. Once when he showed up with a chipmunk, he asked, “Boys, what shall we name him?” I suggested Monk, but Dad preferred my brother’s choice, Chippie.Welcome to CFP’s Comment Section!
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