always get into mischief.

Sammy Jay was in mischief now, and that is why he pretended to be
doing nothing when he thought any one was looking.

Old Mother West Wind had come down from her home behind the
Purple Hills very early that morning. Indeed, jolly, round, red
Mr. Sun had hardly gotten out of bed when she crossed the Green
Meadows on her way to help the big ships across the ocean. Old
Mother West Wind's eyes were sharp, and she saw Sammy Jay before
Sammy Jay saw her.

"Now what can Sammy Jay be so busy about, and why is he so very,
very quiet?" thought Old Mother West Wind. "He must be up to some
mischief."

So when she opened her big bag and turned out all her Merry
Little Breezes to play on the Green Meadows she sent one of them
to see what Sammy Jay was doing in the old chestnut tree. The
Merry Little Breeze danced along over the tree tops just as if he
hadn't a thought in the world but to wake up all the little
leaves and set them to dancing too, and Sammy Jay, watching Old
Mother West Wind and the other Merry Little Breezes, didn't see
this Merry Little Breeze at all.

Pretty soon it danced back to Old Mother West Wind and whispered
in her ear: "Sammy Jay is stealing the nuts Happy Jack Squirrel
had hidden in the hollow of the old chestnut tree, and is hiding
them for himself in the tumble down nest that Blacky the Crow
built in the Great Pine last year." "Aha!" said Old Mother West