And before Sandy knew what was happening, Farmer Green had
reached into the wagon, drawn the mouth of the bag together, and tied it
hard and fast.
There was Sandy Chipmunk, inside the bag. And he was so frightened that
he couldn't eat another mouthful. He just shivered and shook, while
Farmer Green went into the barn, led out an old, slow horse called
Ebenezer, and harnessed him to the wagon.
Then Johnnie Green and his grandmother came out and seated themselves in
the wagon. Farmer Green gave Johnnie the reins; and Ebenezer started
jogging down the road toward the miller's, with Johnnie's old straw hat
and his grandmother's sunbonnet bobbing from side to side, and up and
down, and backwards and forwards, as the wagon jolted over ruts and
stones and thank-you-ma'ams--which were small ridges built across the
road, to turn the water into the ditch when it rained.
Cowering inside the bag, Sandy Chipmunk thought the earth was rocking,
for he had never ridden in a wagon before.
Although the sack was a stout one, Sandy could easily have gnawed his way
through it if he had not been too frightened to try.
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