Chatting with a Chipmunk

When I was out in the side yard, I hear a soft chipping sound beside me.  There in a tree was Mr. Chips.  When I spoke, he stopped; when I stopped, he responded.  It went something like this...
Me: Do you mind if I take your picture?
Mr. C: Chip-Chip-Chip.
Me: Did you visit the cafe this morning?
Mr. C: Chip-Chip-Chip.
Me: Did you enjoy the sunflower seeds?
Mr. C: Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip-Chip!
There you have it.  Straight from the horse's chipmunk's mouth.  A rave review for the Back Porch Cafe!