The Chipmunk sat in the tree, thinking of the past couple months and all that had happened. Below, she watched as the dog the family owned moved through the deep snow, stopping every now and again to sniff at something or other.
Inside her head, she played out the scenario that had happened months earlier when she had found her first clue, a scrap of clothing, and how she had tried to confront the human living under her name and in her room. The human she could not remember the name of, but knew that, in some strange way, was actually a boy named Mark, trapped in the body of a girl. A body that was supposed to belong to the Chipmunk.
Sighing, the animal closed her eyes and asked aloud, "What is my name?" and when no answer comes to mind, she told herself, "I am not a Chipmunk. I am a human girl," but stopped as this train of thought only confused her.
Moving through the tree, the Chipmunk thought about how she was unable to wake the sleeping girl all those months ago and how the noise she was making to wake the sleeping figure had eventually brought the mother figure upstairs...who had shrieked and then grabbed a broom and chased her from the house.
"And from there," the Chipmunk told herself. "Everything just went south," as she arrived at the hole in the tree where she had made a nest and kept the few bits of evidence she had found.
Hungry, she began to nibble at a nut as she thought of how she had tried to remind herself of her true past until finally something snapped inside her mind and she became stuck between the memories of an animal and the few remaining memories...which were horribly fragmented...of her previous human life.
"I cannot even remember my name," the Chipmunk thought. "Not the name of my human self or the name I think I was given when born a Chipmunk."
Sighing, she wondered how she could convince the human girl that she was not whom she thought she was. Inside the Chipmunk's mind the hundred of different scenarios she had tried played out, but she knew that it only led to one thing...the human girl refusing to speak to her after awhile.
Shaking her head, the Chipmunk decided that not dwell on what has happened and focus on the hear and now.
Dropping what she was eating, the Chipmunk scampered over to the meager collection of evidence. Sorting through what she did have, the Chipmunk decided that one, the person that took the vials must be somebody nearby..."Possibly one of the neighbours?" she asked herself...and that two, she was mostly likely never going to be the human girl again and that if she was able to get the vials back, she would choose a vial that would make her human.
"But how am I supposed to know which is which?" the Chipmunk asked herself as she peered at the torn fabric, thinking that they looked familiar, but wasn't able to place them, except that it belonged to a pair of overalls.
Stretching, the Chipmunk moved across the room she had made a home in, looked at the doll clothes she wore at one time and shrugging, she turned away.
Moving over to a collection of bits of fluff and down, she curled up underneath a scrap of fabric from a quilt and closing her eyes, she thought about the clues, about the vials, the human girl she knew had, in some way, stolen her life and reminding herself as much as she could about what she had lost and could possibly regain if she could only find the vials, the Chipmunk eventually slept.