Fate and a chipmunk in the woods have found one another. The chipmunk lives in this tree trunk and every morning, in the woods, Fate stalks him, creeps up on the trunk and sticks her nose in. Once he came rushing out of the bottom. Today, if he was inside, he stayed still. Fate may have met her match, but the struggle has just begun. She is quiet and fast, but she is not a predator. She is in it for the chase, not the kill. Still, the chipmunk is as fast as she is, and pretty wiley.