SOMETHING IN THE SKY


When Sandy Chipmunk was just a little chap his mother began to teach him
to take care of himself. She told him that among other enemies he must
always watch out for foxes and minks and weasels--especially weasels.

"They are very dangerous," Mrs. Chipmunk said.

"Well, I'll always be safe if I climb a tree--won't I?" Sandy asked her.

"Goodness, no!" his mother replied. "There are many big birds--such as
hawks and owls and eagles--that would catch you if they could.... But
I'll tell you about _them_ some other time, Sandy."

Well, Sandy Chipmunk went out to play. But he didn't have what you would
call a good time, because he couldn't help thinking of his mother's
warning. He kept looking all around to see whether a weasel or a mink or
a fox might be trying to steal up behind him. And he kept looking up to
make sure that no big bird was ready to swoop down upon him.

But nothing of the sort happened--at least, not until the middle of the
afternoon. Sandy had begun to believe that his mother was too timid. He
did not think there was anything in Farmer Green's pasture to be afraid
of. There were the cows--nothing seemed to worry _them_. They ate grass,
or chewed their cuds, and never once looked behind them.

Sandy Chipmunk wandered further and further from home. For a long time he
had not taken the trouble to look at the sky. But at last he glanced up.
And to his great alarm he saw, hovering in the air far above him, an