DANI: LET THE CHIPS FALL WHERE THEY MAY

What is Dani’s fafurite dinner?   No need to wonder any longer because she has declared that it is:

She's just waiting for the chipmunks to chow down on all those chips before she digs in.  

To be honest, Dani doesn't really like the chips, but the chipmunks hoover them right off her plate so the fish is front and foremost, ready to be relished (and I don’t mean pickled).

Dani appurreciates the ‘eau de chipmunk’ and funky flavour that the little beasts lend to the fish.  In other words, Dani looks upon chipmunks as condiments!

Dani admits that she has a pint-sized chip on her shoulder, however.

"Dey fink it’s a all-yoo-kin-eat buffay but dey nevah chips in fur da cost.”

Despite their PAWcity of funds, Dani has to admire the chipmunk work ethic.

"Dey is regulah liddle beevahs" remarks Dani.  "Dey're teefs is verreh sharp.  Look at all da wood chippin' dey did!"

This begs the question (of course):  "How much wood could a chipmunk chip if a chipmunk could chip wood?"  And the answer is:  Piles and piles!  Chipmunks are the pylons of the wood chip industry because they just keep piling it on!

I guess it's because they're all 'chips off the old block'.  For their size they are making a great contribution to the wood chip biz.  Think of all the wood-smoked BBQs you can have!

Dani has reconsidered and no longer carries a chip on her shoulder.  She has her chippy chappies beside her where they belong, and she has bought each of them a large order of chips as a reward.

"I purrsonally wonts ta condiment yoo --  oops, compliment yoo -- on all yoor hard work.  No need ta chip in cuz yoo alreddy has."  

And with that, Dani drinks in the tantalizing aromas from the tiny beasts who lend such flavour and bouquet to her meals.  She is finished with the self-FISHness and feels a lot more chippurr because of it.

          

Cheeky!