The little witch, for she was, indeed, very wee, chased after the chipmunk across the forest floor.
“Why did you steal from me?” she asked the chipmunk, once she caught up to it burrowing into its den at the base of a massive oak tree.
“I didn’t mean to,” it mumbled, its mouth very full of the acorns it had just stolen from the witch. “I was just very hungry. I didn’t know anyone had claimed these particular acorns.”
One by one, the chipmunk spat out the acorns that were currently bulging its cheeks out until its mouth was empty. “Do you want them back?” it asked.
“No,” said the witch, eyeing the saliva-moistened acorns. “No, I don’t think I do. They’re yours now. I can find more.”
“So can I,” replied the chipmunk, “which is why I offered them back to you. I don’t want to be thought no thief.”
“And I won’t regard you as one. Consider them a gift,” said the witch. “Would you like some tea?” And without waiting for an answer, she waved her hands, and a magical tea set with a magical wee tea table perfect for a chipmunk and a very little witch appeared before them.
“Now, isn’t that better?” she asked, almost to herself. “Join me, won’t you?” And again without waiting for an answer, she took one of the wee little seats at the table and began pouring tea for two.
After a moment’s hesitation, the chipmunk shrugged in the way that only chipmunks can do, and it took the other seat at the table.
And so the little witch and the chipmunk shared tea together and became fast friends.