On the seventh day of October in the year 2016, it was a magnificent day. The sun shined. It was not so hot. It was such a magnificent day that a group of cave dwellers ventured outside their caves. Among this group there were two birds, there was an ant-eater, and there was a curious chipmunk.
Each individual creature emigrated from its cave on its own. So there were four wondrous independent discoveries on the seventh day of October.
One bird smelled in the breeze a potluck of smells that carried from the previous nighttime’s rain, which had germinated the world for this day.
The melancholy ant-eater followed a stream of scurrying ants. Without meaning to, he ventured into the sunlight. Rarely would he frequent the sunlight. But on this day, the colors and smells and the warmth of the sun gravitated with his soul. So he went down to the watering hole where he found the two birds yipping and yapping and kissing each other’s beaks. He say hello. They did as well. And when the birds returned to their business, the ant-eater had a drink and sprawled out on his back to get some sun on his belly.
It took quite a while for the curious chipmunk to build courage enough to take part in the watering hole congregation. But with the encouragement of of Mrs. Bird, he did.
He circled inward and eventually laid on his back beside the ant-eater, who made good company for him. The two talked while the birds swooned and told each other how wonderful they were..
“How have things been?”, asked the chipmunk.
“Good. Good. The bugs are abundant. And my my, how wonderful the weather is.”
“For me things have been good as well. My brother is growing healthy.”
“That is good, Chip. I’m glad.”
“These have been hard times, providing for the family myself.”, admitted the chipmunk.
“I’ve been fearing that the supply is too low.”
“Oh, Chip,” said the ant-eater, “I have seen your supply.”
“You have?”, asked the chipmunk.
“Well… well, what do you think?”, the chipmunk asked nervously.
“It is anything but low.”
“Truly, you think so?”, asked the chipmunk.
The ant-eater said, “Yes. Of course.” And from those words came enormous relief on the part of the chipmunk. So if before he was not relaxed, he now was — perhaps more so than he ever had been.
Together, the animals watched the sun rise.
Then, precisely at a certain time, the chipmunk said, “hey. Look at that. That there.”
It was a peculiar item in a peculiar place. A pinecone balanced atop the upward-shooting water of the natural spring. For this, the birds stopped their swooning. It was as though a million little beings joined forces in grand ephemeral harmony to keep this great tree afoot. This grand tree up which the chipmunk climbed and found a great hole. This grand tree around which the birds flew and played and eventually where they built their nest where they would go on to raise their baby birds. This grand tree in which the ant-eater found a magnificent center hollowed but for a delectable supply of candy.
The chipmunk brought his old mother and his sick but healing brother to this grand tree. They started a new life of abundance there, trading tree grubs for acorns which the ant-eater would swiftly retrieve.
In the tree, the chipmunk met a lady chipmunk. And for one hundred million years, they and their offspring and their offspring’s offspring lived in this grand tree. The birds and their offspring’s offspring did the same, living a lovely life of harmonious love. All the while, the ant-eat had his candy; he retrieved what needed to be retrieved that couldn’t be flown by air; and he cleaned away the tree’s rot, thereby ensuring harmonious love for eternities to come. He was glad to serve more than himself, and he enjoyed his candy.
Every day henceforth, the animals swam in their watering hole.