it was all finished, and his bed was neatly made, and his storeroom full
of food, Mrs. Chipmunk was delighted.

"I'm glad to see--" she said--"I'm glad to see that all my talking has
done some good."




VI

SAMPLES OF WHEAT


There was so much said about Sandy Chipmunk's store of nuts and grain
that a few of the forest-people began to wish they had some of Sandy's
winter food for themselves. Uncle Sammy Coon, an old scamp who lived over
near the swamp, was one of those who began to plan to get Sandy's hoard
away from him.

It was the grain that Uncle Sammy wanted. If he had spent in honest work
one-half the time he used in planning some trickery he would have been
much better off. But he hated work more than anything else in the world.

Uncle Sammy Coon scarcely slept at all for several days, he was so busy
thinking about Sandy's grain. And since he always passed his nights in
wandering through the woods, he became almost ill.

The trouble was, Uncle Sammy was far too big to crawl inside Sandy's
house. And he knew that the only way he could get at the grain was to