Last Tuesday, while at the Dilworth's for Spanish class, Monica, Sarah and I were birding in the forest in Monica's back yard. But on tuesday, the birds were very shy, and were hiding way up in the trees where we couldn't possibly see them. We were walking along, trying to find some birds, when we spotted a holed. Monica thought at first that it was a chickmonk hole, but when we all agreed that it was way to big, she sayed, "Then it must be a ground hog hole." Just then, ahead of us, we heard some little russling noises...coming towards us. We stoped talking and stood very still. Suddenly, five tiny groundhogs popped into sight, and came happily hopping in a line towards us. To my astonishment, they neither stoped when they saw us nor were the slightest bit frightened or uncomfortable with our pressence. They just kept hopping and running and bounding towards us! We were so surprised, we were giggling! I kept expecting the five little ones to run away any time now, but no, they stopped about five feet away from us and played around a bit. One came right behind me, so close, I could have bent down and touched it with ease. It sniffed my shoe, and then came back around and bodly faced all three of us. It sniffed the air, and inched a little closser. By this time, we were so happy and excited we were laughing. Then we saw the mother, and began whispering about leaving the place, before the mother got upset by our closeness to her babies. But that wasn't nescessary, because Monica's brother, John, scared them off when he dashed into the forest, yelling, "It's your Turn for Spanish!" We made John promise not to tell anybody about the groundhogs.
Apparently, while we were in Spanish class, the groundhogs came out onto the back lawn, and everybody got to see them. But the kids scared them so much, that, when we went back to the forest after class, we could only find one little baby huddled at the base of a mossy tree, stone still with fear.
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