That night, when I saw eyes peering from a rock crevice near the campfire, I wondered if my desert visitor might like one. I placed it nearby. Seconds later, a scurrying mouse dragged it away.
More eyes began peering from the crevice. Only one pair kept returning for cookies. I hoped they were sharing.
The next morning, I awakened in my sleeping bag to warm furry lumps around my neck and toes.
“Hey guys, time to get up.” I rolled gently.
My numerous sleeping companions departed amicably, disappearing into the rocks.
I left them the Oreos.