A Garden Tale

What to do when there's really nothing to do?" Asked the fat marmalade cat. "Dig a hole," answered the round roly-poly groundhog. "Play." Said the scurrying chipmunk. Together the cat and the groundhog chimed in, "But you're the most timorous and frightened, wee, busy-minded beasty in the garden!" I'm playing my part,” said the chipmunk, “Besides, playing is not a doing. My busy, hurried scurrying is a game I play with sudden death. and death is a 'doing', when there’s nothing else to do.”