A few minutes later the father heard a blood curdling scream and ran back
to his son. "What's wrong?" the father asked. "I told you to be quiet."

The boy, bless his heart, answered; "Look, I was quiet when the snake
slithered across my feet. I was quiet when the bear breathed down my neck.
I didn't move a muscle when the skunk climbed over my shoulder. I closed my
eyes and held my breath when the wasp stung me. I didn't cough when I
swallowed the gnat. I didn't cuss or scratch when the poison oak started
itching.

But when the two chipmunks crawled up my pants legs and said, 'Should we
eat them here or take them with us?'..............Well, I guess I just
panicked."