From my kids' book LittleTown:

Nuts in a Log

"Humph!" said  Goodwi the chipmunk.

He was sitting next to the old log in which he had stored his nuts.  It had a nice hole in one end, big enough to let him in, and was hollow for almost its whole length.  Last night a storm had covered the log with sand.

Goodwi thought about it.

He could dig through the sand to open the hole and get his nuts out that way.  But there was a lot of sand. 

Or he could gnaw a hole through the log to get inside.  But it was a pretty thick log. 

Or he could leave his nuts and collect others.  But they were his nuts, and he wanted them.

Perhaps, he thought, there was another hole? 

He climbed on top of the log.

 Nothing on top.

He ran along the one side of the log.

 Nothing there.

He tried the last side.

A hole.  Very small, but a hole.

He slowly squeezed his head into the hole. He could see four of his nuts, right there under his mouth.  Only four.  No more.

Kanga hopped onto the log

Four nuts are better than none, he thought, and opening his little mouth as wide as he could he grabbed them, one after the other. 

Then he tried to pull his head out of the hole in the log. It wouldn't move. The nuts in his mouth had made his head bigger than the hole.

 Goodwi stood there, the nuts in his mouth and his mouth in his head and his head in the hole in the log, and he got madder and madder every time he thought of his nuts. 

He was sure that the nut-eating log had stolen his nuts, all except these four.

He placed his little paws against the side of the log and pushed while he tried to pull his head out, but it was stuck inside the log. 

Kanga, the little kangaroo rat, was hopping past the sandbank when he heard a muffled squealing sound. He stared at the paws of the little chipmunk body pushing against the log.

The body had no head!

 He hopped nearer.

It was the first headless and kicking and noisy chipmunk he had ever seen, and Kanga found new things irresistible!

He bent over and stared at the log, where the body ended. The squealing was coming from inside the log!

Kanga hopped onto the log and drummed on it with his hind feet, which was his usual way of calling to the LittleTowners for help.  Soon a whole crowd of LittleTowners stood staring at the headless and noisy chipmunk body. 

TammyQ grabbed the body's tail, giving it a big yank, but nothing happened, and the squealing got louder.

He pulled the tail again. The squeals were louder. He stopped pulling, and the squeals were softer. Tug. Louder. Stop tugging. Softer. Louder. Softer. Louder. Softer.

TammyQ was delighted.  Not only did they have a headless chipmunk, but it could also play a tune! 

He tugged at the tail, whistling along with the noises as they rose and fell inside the log.

Kanga stamped his hind legs on the log again, sending a message to the log, but all they could hear was the squealing. 

The LittleTowners sat around the log, wondering what to do. They tried shouting together, but the noises inside the log didn't change and the legs on the chipmunk's body moved faster and faster the harder that Kanga drummed his feet on the log.

"The log can't hear us!" said Omo, one of the voles.

"Or else it speaks a different kind of language," said Ulla, another vole.

"Does anybody speak log?"

The animals all shook their heads. Nobody spoke log.

Pinnochio with his wooden nose

The Timid Twins sniffed carefully at the heaving body. 

"It's Goodwi," Timid Timmy said. 

"Goodwi," Timid Tania agreed after a quick sniff of her own. 

Soon all the LittleTowners were taking turns to sniff at the little chipmunk's body.

They all agreed. 

The body belonged to Goodwi. 

"How can Goodwi grow a log head?" Omo asked. "I've never seen a chipmunk with a log head before."

"It's all the lies," said Edi, Ulla's brother.

 "Goodwi told so many lies that he grew a log head. Just like that story the Old Man told Grace, about a little boy who grew a wooden nose when he fibbed."

"No, no, no," cried Omo. "Pinocchio was made of wood. That's why he grew a wooden nose."

Omo kicked the log and then kicked Goodwi's bottom.

"The log is made of log. And the bottom of Goodwi is not made of log. It makes a different sound. Listen!"

He gave Goodwi another kick.

Inside the log the squeals got louder and louder.

Everybody agreed. Goodwi's bottom did not sound like a log at all.

The Timid Twins gave Goodwi's tail another sniff, and his tail twitched.

"He needs a tickle," Timid Timmy suggested, and Timid Tania agreed. 

"A tail-tickle," she said.  The Timid Twins loved giving tail-tickles.

They lined up on both sides of Goodwi's body and lifted their tails and started stroking Goodwi.  The other voles joined in.

Omo began singing a tune to help them all keep time in their tickling.

Tickle time has come

We have your feet on the run

Your head you've forgotten

And we're feeling rotten

So all we can do

Is tickle you, tickle you, tickle you!

Inside the log, Goodwi wriggled and wriggled and wriggled as the voles tickled and tickled and tickled, and then he spat out the four nuts and laughed and laughed and laughed.

Suddenly his head, without any nuts in his mouth to stop it, shot out of the hole in the log and he tumbled onto the ticklers, sending them rolling down the sand bank.

TammyQ shook his head. "He looked a lot better with a log head," he said.