You see, it was not
long before they discovered who it was that was robbing their nests
now and then.
"You'd better leave birds' eggs alone!" Mr. Crow warned him one day. "A
number of my friends have told me what they're going to do to you, if
they catch you near their nests."
But Sandy told Mr. Crow to keep his advice to himself.
"What about Farmer Green's corn?" Sandy asked the old gentleman. "I've
heard that Farmer Green is looking for you with a gun."
Mr. Crow didn't even answer him. He just flew away. There were some
things he didn't like to talk about.
That very afternoon Sandy Chipmunk spied a robin's nest in a tree not far
from where he lived. And in less time than it takes to tell it, he had
climbed the tree and run out on the limb where the nest rested.
Sandy Chipmunk smiled as he peered into the robin's nest. The four
greenish-blue eggs that he saw there looked very good to him. And he
smacked his lips--though his mother had often told him not to. He was
just picking the eggs out of the nest when he heard a rustle in the
leaves over his head. And Sandy Chipmunk looked up quickly.
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