The moon, wind, rain, and a variety of animals celebrate the special occasion that is the birth of a child.

Nature is a capricious architect. One wonders what mood she was in, that time she invented chipmunks. Whatever temper inspired her, it was decided that, on completion of their seventh week, all chipmunks must leave their mother and set out on their own into the big unknown. But Nature's fickle moods change faster than the weather, and if pride won't ever let her go back on her decisions, conscience would always prompt her to make up for her shortcomings....