These Things Happen

I pulled parade duty today. (I work at Walt Disney World, as you may know.) There was a little boy who just seemed endlessly delighted by every character who capered past him. Toward the end of the parade Chip (or maybe it was Dale, I can never tell) came up to him and tried to shake his hand. His face became a mask of anguish and he started screaming with tears squirting out of his eyes. His mother picked him up to comfort him.

I walked over to see if I could be of any assistance. I said, “It can be a little intense for the kids when they walk right up to them like that.”

Then I notice that she’s on the verge of laughing. She says, “Yesterday, at the hotel, he was attacked by a chipmunk.”