But Mr. Crow said he was a light sleeper and that he could no more sleep
the whole winter long than Aunt Polly could fly.

"Then why don't you store up some corn, the way the squirrels do?" she
asked him. There was one thing about Aunt Polly--she always had a remedy
for everything.

"That's a good idea!" Mr. Crow told her. "Maybe I can get somebody to
help me, too."

And that very day he went to Sandy Chipmunk and asked him if he didn't
want to gather some food for him.

"How much will you pay me?" Sandy asked him.

"I'll give you half what you gather for me," said Mr. Crow. "And that's
certainly fair, I'm sure. It's often done. And it's called 'working at
the halves.'"

It seemed fair to Sandy Chipmunk, too.

"That's a bargain," he said. "I'll begin right away. Where do you want me
to hide the food for you, Mr. Crow?"

Old Mr. Crow told Sandy to put it in his house in the top of the tall elm
tree.

"I don't like to climb so high," Sandy objected. "You know I'm not so
good a climber as Frisky Squirrel. He wouldn't mind climbing up to your
house. But it might make me dizzy."