well to have a snug house under the ground, where one can sleep the
long cold winter away and be perfectly safe, but what any one wants to
live under the ground all the time for, in the beautiful springtime
and summertime and autumntime, I can't understand. Just think of all
that Miner misses--the sunshine, the flowers, the songs of the birds,
and the Merry Little Breezes to play with! I wonder--"

"What do you wonder?" The voice was so close to Striped Chipmunk that
it made him jump. He whirled about. There was Johnny Chuck, who had
tiptoed up as softly as he knew how, to give Striped Chipmunk a scare.
Johnny grinned. "What do you wonder?" he repeated.

Striped Chipmunk made a face at Johnny. "I wonder something that I bet
you don't know," he replied.

"That's easy," replied Johnny. "There are more things I don't know
than I do know, but I'm always ready to learn. What is it this time?"

"Why does Miner the Mole live under ground all the time?" Striped
Chipmunk pointed to the ridge made by Miner.

Johnny Chuck scratched his head thoughtfully.

"I don't know," he confessed finally. "I never thought of it before.
Of course there must be a reason. He never comes out to play with the
rest of us--just spends all his time by himself down in the dark,
digging and digging. I wonder--"

"Well, what do _you_ wonder?"