Uncle Sammy Coon, an old scamp who lived over
near the swamp, was one of those who began to plan to get Sandy's hoard
away from him.
It was the grain that Uncle Sammy wanted. If he had spent in honest work
one-half the time he used in planning some trickery he would have been
much better off. But he hated work more than anything else in the world.
Uncle Sammy Coon scarcely slept at all for several days, he was so busy
thinking about Sandy's grain. And since he always passed his nights in
wandering through the woods, he became almost ill.
The trouble was, Uncle Sammy was far too big to crawl inside Sandy's
house. And he knew that the only way he could get at the grain was to
persuade somebody to bring it outside for him.
At last he thought of a fine scheme. And as soon as it came into his head
he hobbled over to Sandy Chipmunk's home. I say _hobbled_, because Uncle
Sammy had a lame knee. He always claimed that he was injured in battle.
But almost every one knew that he hurt his knee one time when Farmer
Green caught him stealing a hen.
When he reached the pasture Uncle Sammy found Sandy Chipmunk just
starting away to hunt for nuts.
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