And then Sandy had to make
the opening bigger. After he had done that, and pushed the stone out upon
his dirt-pile, he would make his doorway smaller again by packing earth
firmly into it.
You must not suppose that when Sandy brought the loose dirt and stones up
through his doorway he left them there. Not at all! He pushed all the
litter some distance away. And whenever he turned, to scamper down into
his burrow again, he would kick behind him, as hard as he could, to
scatter the dirt still further from his new house.
After Sandy had made himself a chamber where he could sleep, and where he
could store enough food to last him throughout the winter, any one would
naturally imagine that his house was finished. But Sandy Chipmunk was not
yet satisfied with his new home. There was still something else that he
wanted to do to it.
V
MRS. CHIPMUNK IS GLAD
After Sandy Chipmunk had dug his chamber underneath Farmer Green's
pasture, he liked the _inside_ of his house quite well. But the looks of
the _outside_ did not please him at all. He wanted a neat dooryard. And
how could he have that, with that yawning hole through which he had
pushed earth and stones, which still littered the grass a little
distance away?
Luckily, Sandy knew exactly what to do.
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