![]() ![]() When the last one was safely inside his white and yellow waistcoat he settled himself comfortably on the big green lily pad and folded his hands over the foolish green flies. Grandfather’s big goggly eyes sparkled and he gave a funny little hop up into the air as he caught each foolish green fly. And every one of them had brought to him a fat, foolish, green fly. Suddenly out of the brown bulrushes burst the Merry Little Breezes and surrounded old Grandfather Frog. It was very still, very, very still indeed. Old Grandfather Frog sat on his big green lily pad blinking in the sun. And Striped Chipmunk stopped long enough to shout “Good-bye” before he filled his pockets with the brown nuts. “Good-bye, Striped Chipmunk,” they shouted as they romped across the Green Meadows. So away they started, after they had raced over to the big hollow chestnut tree and sent a shower of brown nuts rattling down to Striped Chipmunk from the burrs that Jack Frost had opened the night before. “I tell you what,” cried one, “let’s go ask Great-Grandfather Frog how Striped Chipmunk happens to have pockets in his cheeks. The Merry Little Breezes saw that it was no use at all to try to tempt Striped Chipmunk to play with them or to answer questions. “Say, Striped Chipmunk,” cried the Merry Little Breezes, rushing over to him, “tell us how you happen to have pockets in your cheeks.”īut Striped Chipmunk just snapped his bright eyes at them and said “Busy! busy! busy!” as he scuttled over to the hollow chestnut tree. When he popped his head out again he was just his usual saucy little self. He ran faster than ever until he disappeared under the big stone. “Oh, Striped Chipmunk’s got the mumps!” shouted the Merry Little Breezes.īut Striped Chipmunk said never a word. In a few minutes he was back again, but such a strange-looking fellow he was! His head was twice as big as it had been before and you would hardly have known that it was Striped Chipmunk but for the saucy way he twitched his funny little tail and the spry way he scampered along the old stone wall. “Busy! busy! busy!” he shouted over his shoulder and ran faster than ever. “It’s a beautiful day do come and play with us,” cried the Merry Little Breeze.īut Striped Chipmunk flirted his tail once over his back. The Merry Little Breezes laughed, and one of them, dancing ahead, pulled the funny little tail of Striped Chipmunk. “Busy! busy! busy!” said Striped Chipmunk, hurrying along as fast as his short legs could take him. “Oh, Striped Chipmunk, come play with us,” shouted the Merry Little Breezes, running after him.īut Striped Chipmunk just flirted his funny little tail and winked with both his bright eyes at them. In a minute he was out again and off as fast as he could go to the old hickory tree. They got there just in time to see him disappear under a great stone in the old wall. Sun had climbed up into the sky, the Merry Little Breezes had spied Striped Chipmunk whisking along the old stone wall and had raced over to play with him, for the Merry Little Breezes are very fond of Striped Chipmunk. ![]() Old Mother West Wind, coming down from the Purple Hills very early in the morning, had found Striped Chipmunk up before her and hard at work. Back and forth, back and forth, sometimes to the old hickory tree, sometimes to the hollow chestnut tree, sometimes to the great oak on the edge of the Green Forest Striped Chipmunk scampered. So Striped Chipmunk was very busy, very busy indeed! He whisked in and out of the old stone wall along one edge of the Green Meadows. Every day is a busy day with Striped Chipmunk at this season of the year, for the sweet acorns are ripe and the hickory nuts rattle down whenever Old Mother West Wind shakes the trees, while every night Jack Frost opens chestnut burrs just to see the squirrels scamper for the plump brown nuts the next morning. It was one of Striped Chipmunk’s busy days. ![]()
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