And he was not interested in chipmunks just then.
So Sandy escaped. To be sure, he was so far from home that he didn't know
where he was. But he was so glad to get out of the sack of wheat that he
didn't worry about being lost. He thought he could find some one who
would know where Farmer Green's pasture was.
XV
THE ROWDY OF THE WOODS
One of the most quarrelsome of all Sandy Chipmunk's neighbors was Rowdy
Red-Squirrel. He was happiest when he was fighting. But perhaps that was
because he had never lost a fight. If Rowdy had had a sound beating,
maybe fighting would not have seemed so pleasant to him.
Ever since Rowdy whipped Frisky Squirrel, who (being a gray squirrel) was
bigger than he was, Rowdy bullied every squirrel in the neighborhood--no
matter what color he might be. As for chipmunks, Rowdy Red-Squirrel
boasted that he could whip six chipmunks at a time.
"That is, I could if they would stand still," he said. "Of course, if
they ran off in six different directions it might be a hard thing to do."
Rowdy was talking to Jasper Jay, who sat in a tree not far away.
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