But it might make me dizzy."
"Well," said Mr. Crow, "why don't you bring the food to the foot of my
tree and get Frisky Squirrel to carry it to the top?"
"I'll do it," said Sandy Chipmunk--"if Frisky is willing." So he went off
to find Frisky Squirrel, who proved to be much interested in the plan.
"How much will you pay me?" he asked Sandy Chipmunk.
"I suppose you ought to have half the food," Sandy said. "That's what
Mr. Crow is paying me."
Frisky Squirrel said that that seemed fair. So they set to work at once.
And every time Sandy brought a load of food to the foot of the tall elm,
where Mr. Crow lived, he found Frisky Squirrel waiting for him.
"Let's see--" Frisky said, when Sandy brought the first load--"since I'm
to get half, I'll take everything you bring in your left cheek-pouch. And
you can take what you bring in the right one."
Sandy Chipmunk said that that seemed fair. So each time he came to the
elm he left with Frisky only what he carried in his left cheek-pouch. And
before gathering more food he scampered home to store away his own share.
So the day passed.
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