MR. CROW SCOLDS SANDY


When he finally reached home, after Sandy Chipmunk had been working for
him all day, Mr. Crow was feeling very pleasant. You know, he thought
that his winter's food must be in his house. And that alone is enough to
make any one happy. But what Mr. Crow liked most about his bargain was
the fact that he wouldn't have to pay Sandy for his work. He had said to
Sandy: "I'll agree to give you half what you gather for me." And Sandy
Chipmunk had never stopped to think that that was not any pay at all. For
he might have gathered the food for himself, and had all, instead of
only half of it. As it was, Sandy Chipmunk was paying himself for working
for Mr. Crow. And Mr. Crow seemed to be the only one that was wise enough
to know it.

Mr. Crow dropped down upon the ground beside Sandy Chipmunk.

"Well," he said, "have you finished?"

"Yes!" Sandy answered. "And I hope you'll like what I've done. I'll wait
here until you fly up to your house and look at the food."

"All right!" Mr. Crow told him. He flapped his big, black wings. And soon
he had risen to the top of the tall elm.

Sandy watched him as he looked inside his house. At first Mr. Crow only
stared--and said nothing. And then--to Sandy's astonishment--he began to
scold.

"What's the trouble?" Sandy Chipmunk called.