If you dropped the chip then it would be just a monk. This was a fat little monk that was getting us to feed him trail mix after our hike while we waited for the boat ride home. It kept trying to get in our pack to get more treats and even tried to climb in Damon's boot. We saw lots of these little guys on the trail but this one was the fattest for sure. All of the animals were treating us like Dr. Doolittle. Maybe because we met the bear from Dr. Doolittle at Sequim and he shared. There was the deer at our campsite the second night that wouldn't leave. There was the pheasant or quail that let me take a picture right up in his grill. Then this chipmonk. We saw a fox at the resort, but he didn't stick around to hang with us.
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