"I'll take a handful," said Sandy.
Still the old fellow never stirred.
"Where's your ear of corn?" he inquired.
"Oh! I'll give you that the next time I pass this way," said Sandy. And
he made up his mind that he would take good care to keep away from Uncle
Sammy's house.
But Uncle Sammy Coon was too sharp.
"That won't do at all," he said. "I must have the corn before I give you
the nuts."
So Sandy Chipmunk stepped to the door.
"I'll come back soon," he said. And he ran all the way to Farmer Green's
cornfield, to get an ear of green corn. And then he ran all the way back
to Uncle Sammy's house.
"There!" Sandy said. "There's your ear of corn!" He laid it upon the
table. "Now give me a handful of beechnuts."
"Step right in and help yourself," Uncle Sammy answered.
"No!" said Sandy. "You give me the nuts." He knew that Uncle Sammy's
hands were much bigger than his own and would hold more nuts.
"I should think you might get them," the old scamp grumbled. "I've a lame
knee, you know."
"But I said a 'handful'--not a 'kneeful,'" Sandy answered. "Of course, if
you don't want this juicy ear of corn, there are others that would like
it.
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