Chapter 4
The Great Acorn Debate
The head squirrel, Reginald, intrigued by Barnaby's boldness (and perhaps the sandwich), invites him to join their acorn-sorting committee. Barnaby hilariously accepts. He later returns to his friends with an exaggerated tale of the Great Acorn Debate.
Barnaby Button, clutching his napkin-map like a precious treasure, tiptoed into the clearing. It wasn't just any clearing, mind you. This was the *chattering* clearing, a place whispered about in hushed tones by those few who dared to venture this deep into the Whispering Woods. And as Barnaby’s eyes adjusted to the dappled sunlight, he understood why. It wasn't a single squirrel he saw, not even a pair. It was a veritable army of squirrels, a furry, chattering, tail-flicking congress, all gathered around a colossal pile of acorns.
"Absolutely not, Bartholomew!" a particularly plump squirrel with a rather distinguished grey stripe down his back was squeaking, his tiny paws gesturing wildly. "The south-facing slope is far superior for moisture retention. We all know this!"
"Moisture retention be dashed, Reginald!" a leaner squirrel retorted, his whiskers twitching with indignation. "Think of the sun! We need maximum solar exposure for optimal drying! My great-uncle Bartholomew, bless his bushy tail, always said so!"
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