I have an undercover chipmunk at home!

Chapter 1

Well. Here we go again. Or to be honest, the first time. My name is McKreeve. Rowen McKreeve, actually, but my parents call me Roy. Here a few things you should know about me. 

First: I want a pet. Real bad. May it be a gerbil, a hamster, a cat, a dog, a snake, a lizard, even ants would be fine.

Second: I have a crush on Emma Archer. I know. Awkward. But still.

Third: I'm an only child and my favourite colour is blue. And I like pizza.

My life is boring really. Exactly the life you would think a 13 year old boy has. Until this happened:
"DRINGGG!!!"

"I'll get it!" I called across the hallway. Then I reminded my self that I was home alone. Again. Well, it wasn't the first time. My mom is an architect and my dad is a doctor. They both travel around the world and often forget to buy groceries when they're back. This might sound sappy, but I know they love me. Okay, sappiness aside, I opened the door. On the steps was a small dog that looked a bit like a shiba inu in tiny. And I mean really tiny. It was yapping at me furiously, gnarling its pretty stumped teeth at me. "Whoa boy. How did you get here?" I asked it, and then wanted to slap myself. Dogs can't talk, dumm-dumm! But instead of not answering me, it said:

"I have a name. It's Winnifred." I was so surprised I let out a shrill scream and hid behind the heavy door. Oh. My. Gosh. This is not happening. This cannot be happening! Against my own policies I say:

"How about you come in?" This is insane. Not only me, but a speaking dog just rang my doorbell called Winnifred and I invited it inside! How do I explain this? Suddenly, the scent of curiosity tempted me to find out more about this dog. Where did it come from? Why was it here? And how come it could speak? So many things to find out...

You will never believe it. Just read for yourself:

Me: "How come you talk?"

Winni: "Well, it all happened when I got captured for lab experiments, and this crazy scientist wanted to feed me nuts..." 

Me: "Why would a scientist want to feed a dog nuts?"

Winnifred (I had to change it, Winnifred didn't like his nickname...): "Truth be told, I'm a chipmunk, actually. But anyways, all kinds of nuts. Hazel, walnut, macadamia... but I have an allergy."

Me: "You. Are. A. CHIPMUNK??!!!"

Winnifred: "Well, obviously...!"

Me: (freaking out about the fact Winnifred is NOT a dog.)

Winnifred: "Sorry! But I had to pretend I was a dog, otherwise they would have gotten me!"

Me: "Who?"

Winnifred: "The Craze Cats, of course!"

Me: "Who are the... Cringe Cats, you said?" 

Winnifred: "It's Craze Cats... Well, we had a few disagreements over the years... and it happens to be that I might have stolen their toys..."

Me: "You... what?"

Winnifred: "Hey, don't judge! They are very resentful..."

Me: (laughing) "No, it's just... They hate you because of that?"

Winnifred: (mumbling) "Well, yes..."

Me: (getting a laughing fit) "You stole their toys! You cannot be serious!"

Winnifred: "Well, I am."

(Winnifred bites me.)

Me: "OW!!! That hurt!"

Winnifred: "It was supposed to."

Well. That is what happened. This is crazy. My parents are going to kill me when they come back and they found out I kept an undercover chipmunk here! How will I explain to my parents that I have covered a chipmunk against some crazy cat gang? I must be crazy! This chipmunk is crazy! No, I think I might...