"People, birds and creatures of 3070," Gerheart boomed, "Gather 'round, I've got something to say, savvy me?"
The problem was, Gerheart thought he boomed when actually, he only chirped.
That's why the only ones to come to his meeting were The Chipmunks. Having rather chirpy voices themselves, they were sensitive to the upper registers.
Gerheart was not discouraged. He looked at the furry mass of chipmunks and told them his plan.
"Chipmunks of 3070, it is time for our great land to move up in the world. I therefore decree that 3070 is officially a village and I am the mayor! Savvy me?" And the chipmunks, all at once, raised their tiny paws and said, "Chirp! Chchchchchch!"
"Listen here you chipmunks, it's your lucky day. It's time to put the Village of 3070 on the map. I am giving you a great responsibility. You are appointed to name the streets of 3070!"
And the chipmunks each pointed to their own tiny chests and looked at one another and said, "'Who? Me?" and "I'm pretty busy right now Mayor Gerheart." and "Hey, when did we vote?"
"Off you go you chipmunks and name the streets of the Village of 3070! You all voted for me, don't you remember?"
And the chipmunks really didn't remember but they were embarrassed that perhaps they'd forgotten so they didn't say anything. Besides, no one else had ever been nice enough to invite them to an assembly.
The next day the chipmunks came back and told Gerheart that their task was complete! The mayor was so excited at how quickly the Village of 3070 was coming along that he declared a parade. During the parade, the chipmunks would officially tell everyone the new names of the streets of 3070. Off they marched headed due east from Bird's Corner. "What's the name of this street?" asked Gerheart." "Chipmunk Avenue!"
Hmm, well that seemed a bit self-important but why not give the little fellas a chance to enjoy their moment in the limelight.
They turned north and the chipmunks excitedly called out, "Chipmunk Avenue!"
"Wait wait wait!" boom/chirped Gerheart the Great. "I thought the last street was Chipmunk Avenue!"
On and on it went all day long until finally, Gerheart was getting a headache from the tinny shouts, "Chipmunk Avenue!" and sore feet from walking along behind the motley group of chipmunks. Gerheart was, of course, not accustomed to so much walking.
"Hang on you crazy chipmunks!" Gerheart called out. "Am I to understand that you took an entire day to name every street in 3070 Chipmunk Avenue?"
The chipmunks looked at one another quizzically. "Of course Mr.Mayor!"
"Good heavens you crazy chipmunks! Why in the world would you do such a thing?"
"It's quite simple, "the chipmunks replied, "This way you always know where you are and you'll never be lost. Even strangers will always know exactly where they are...Chipmunk Avenue!"
And so, the streets of 3070 were named all those years ago.
As for Gerheart the Great, he looked around and decided that perhaps it was best to leave well enough alone. His feet were sore and his head was aching and he couldn't remember which Chipmunk Avenue led home.
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