"That's queer!" Uncle Sammy Coon exclaimed. "It was full this afternoon.
And now there's not an ear left. I don't remember eating it." He thought
deeply for a long time. And after a while he said to himself: "I wonder
if it could have been that Chipmunk boy?" But he decided that Sandy was
too small to have carried away all those big ears under his very nose. "I
must have eaten it," he told himself. "I'm getting terribly forgetful."

And since he thought he had already had his supper, Uncle Sammy Coon went
to bed without any supper at all.




IX

WORKING FOR MR. CROW


Old Mr. Crow had decided that he would not fly south to spend the
winter. He said he was getting almost too old for such a long journey.
And he remembered, too, that he had heard the weather was going to be
mild that winter.

"There's just one thing that worries me," he told Aunt Polly Woodchuck
one day, when he was talking the matter over with her. "I don't know what
I shall have to eat."

"Why, you can sleep until spring, just as I do," Aunt Polly said. "Then
you won't want anything to eat."