Part 9 (1/2)

”Ha! ha!” laughed Jasper Jay. ”Yes! There's _one too many for you_. Sandy Chipmunk is _one too many for you_!” And he flew away to tell the joke to every one.

You see, Rowdy had been so frightened when Sandy turned and bit his nose that he actually thought there must be at least seven chipmunks chasing him.

Though he boasted just as much afterwards, Rowdy Red-Squirrel never wanted to fight Sandy Chipmunk again.

XVII

CORN-PLANTING TIME

It was late in the spring. And Sandy Chipmunk couldn't help wis.h.i.+ng it was late in the fall instead. The reason for that was this: He could find very little to eat anywhere in Pleasant Valley. It was too early for fruit or nuts. It was even too early for many insects. And it seemed to Sandy that all the insects flew much higher than they did when there were plenty of other things to eat.

At last Sandy chanced to see Mr. Crow in the woods one day. Mr. Crow was just about to fly somewhere. He seemed to be in a great hurry. In fact, he did not want to stop to talk--which was most unusual with him.

”I can't chat with you to-day,” Mr. Crow told Sandy. ”I have business to attend to. It's something I've been expecting for a long time. And I don't want to be late.”

”Where are you going?” Sandy asked.

”That--” said Mr. Crow--”that is something that doesn't concern you, young man.” And then he flapped his way through the woods and out of sight.

Now, it happened that Sandy Chipmunk remembered at once what Uncle Jerry Chuck had said a few days before. Uncle Jerry had said that Mr.

Crow had told him Farmer Green was about to plant corn. So Sandy guessed that Mr. Crow was going to the field where Farmer Green and his hired man were working.

”I'll run over there and see what's going on!” Sandy exclaimed. ”If they're planting corn I have just as much right to eat some as Mr.

Crow has.”

Of course, Mr. Crow reached the ploughed field long before Sandy Chipmunk. It took Mr. Crow no time at all to sail through the air and drop down at a good, safe distance from where Farmer Green and his hired man were planting corn. They had already planted several long rows. And Mr. Crow at once set to work to scratch up the yellow kernels and swallow them greedily.

He was enjoying his meal greatly when he caught sight of a small, striped person busily engaged in doing the very same thing. It was Sandy Chipmunk! And Mr. Crow hurried over to the row where Sandy was looking for corn.

”What are you doing here?” Mr. Crow asked angrily.

”I might ask you the same question,” Sandy answered.

”You followed me--that's what you did!” Mr. Crow exclaimed. ”Of all the prying busybodies I know, you are certainly the worst. This is not your field; and I shall have to ask you to leave it at once.”

”Oh! I'll leave the field,” said Sandy Chipmunk. ”I don't want the field.

You can have _that_. All I want is some of the corn. There ought to be enough for both of us.”

Mr. Crow muttered something about _impertinence_, which Sandy Chipmunk didn't understand. Then Mr. Crow said:

”This corn belongs to Farmer Green. Just because I've come to help him, and because I've scratched up a few of the kernels to see if he's planting them properly, you seem to think I'm _eating corn_.”

”I certainly do,” said Sandy Chipmunk.

”Well, what an idea!” Mr. Crow exclaimed.