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Anonymous
I was outside in my backyard looking around in boxes stored away in the shed for anything of value when I decided to have a look behind the shed that was covered in thick vegetation and random shit we packed back there over the years. Then I saw it. There was a bucket leaning against a piece of wood half filled with water, and two chipmunks...
The first thing that came to my mind was oh my fucking god... how could this happen. Stupid fucking chipmunks drowning themselves. I think one might have accidentally drowned and the other killed itself trying to save it or something... and holy fuck did it smell. I had to fight back the tears and nearly threw up when I emptied the water into a secluded area behind some bushes.
Everyone in my family missed having the chipmunks around, including me. Every now and then during the week I'd take some time out to just sit in the back and call the chipmunks with whistles or clicking noises, and they would always come.
Anyway, no one else in my family knows what happened to them, so I decided it would be best if I buried them before anyone else saw their true fate.
Forever shall they rest behind the old shed in the assorted cookie box beneath the pot with 2 fake sunflowers.
RIP Chippy & Peanut
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