Sympathy for Vanity

It was a chipmunk after my own heart. Climbing up onto a branch at eye-level, it stopped to look at Andy and me as we paused in our walk. I pulled the camera out and zoomed in on the little creature. In the dappled sunlight of the day, it seemed to be posing for us, turning this way and that, giving a fierce double-profile shot. Basking in the warmth of the unseasonable weather, it showed off the striking stripe that marks most chipmunks, accenting its features in the spotlight of sun and stepping into the most flattering illumination.
Vain, silly thing – I know exactly how you feel – and even without an audience we’d be doing the same thing.
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