But Sandy told Mr. Crow to keep his advice to himself.

"What about Farmer Green's corn?" Sandy asked the old gentleman. "I've
heard that Farmer Green is looking for you with a gun."

Mr. Crow didn't even answer him. He just flew away. There were some
things he didn't like to talk about.

That very afternoon Sandy Chipmunk spied a robin's nest in a tree not far
from where he lived. And in less time than it takes to tell it, he had
climbed the tree and run out on the limb where the nest rested.

Sandy Chipmunk smiled as he peered into the robin's nest. The four
greenish-blue eggs that he saw there looked very good to him. And he
smacked his lips--though his mother had often told him not to. He was
just picking the eggs out of the nest when he heard a rustle in the
leaves over his head. And Sandy Chipmunk looked up quickly.

It seemed to him, at first, that the air was full of monstrous birds.
Actually, there were only three of them--Mr. and Mrs. Robin and a
neighbor of theirs. But to Sandy they looked six times as big as they
really were. _That_ was because they had caught him robbing the nest.

He was so startled that he dropped the eggs. They fell back into the
nest--all except one, which broke upon the ground beneath the tree.

"Robber!" Mrs. Robin screamed.

"Thief!" Mr. Robin roared.