What’s the worst that could happen if I took a little nap under this tree at the Celery Bog? I might wake up tomorrow- that would be cool! What if I woke up in fifty years with a big long beard; that would be awesome! I should write a book about that! My mind wandered a bit as the second wise bird of the bog showed up. Ahh, it’s a Tufted Titmouse, look at that tiny little titmouse tuft, cute! He was chirping and chortling right alongside the chickadee, and they seemed to be saying the same thing. I wish I could understand them, because it sounds like something big is going down at the bog right now!