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.