"See!" he said. "There was a letter for me in the mail-box. It's lucky I
found it when I did, for I believe Farmer Green would have taken it if I
hadn't reached the box before him."

Old Mr. Crow laughed mockingly when Sandy called to him that he had a
letter.

"I see you _have_ one," Mr. Crow said. "But the question is, to whom does
it really belong? If the truth were known, I guess that letter rightfully
belongs to a farmer named Green."

That remark made Sandy angry.

"The letter belongs to me!" he told Mr. Crow. "Here's my picture on it.
You can see for yourself."

Now, Mr. Crow could not read either--for all he was so old. And when he
saw the picture of a chipmunk on the envelope, exactly like Sandy, he was
very much surprised.

"Why don't you open your letter?" he asked.

"I hadn't thought of that," Sandy replied. So he tore open the envelope
and pulled out a paper.

"It's certainly for me," he said, "for here's my picture again. But I'd
like to know why these other people have their pictures in _my_ letter.
They've no business in _my_ letter!"