Crow said. "I don't believe you've
ever studied fractions."
Sandy Chipmunk admitted that he never had.
"Ah!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "This is what comes of hiring stupid people
to work for one. Here I've wasted all my corn. And I get nothing for it
but trouble."
"Corn!" Sandy Chipmunk exclaimed. "I don't know anything about any corn!"
"Well, you certainly are stupid!" Mr. Crow told him crossly. "Didn't you
spend the whole day gathering corn for me?"
"No, indeed!" Sandy replied. "I gathered beechnuts, Mr. Crow."
"Beechnuts!" Mr. Crow repeated. "I never told you I wanted _nuts_. I'd
starve, trying to live on nuts; for they don't agree with me at all. And
I make it a rule never to eat them. _Corn_ is what I want."
"You didn't say so," Sandy Chipmunk said. "You asked me to gather _food_
for you. And every one knows there's no better food than beechnuts to
last through the winter."
"That--" said Mr. Crow--"that is where we do not agree. I supposed you
knew I wanted corn. But there's no great harm done, anyhow," he added.
"Tomorrow you can gather _corn_ for me--now that you know what I want.
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