At last Sandy chanced to see Mr. Crow in the woods one day. Mr. Crow was
just about to fly somewhere. He seemed to be in a great hurry. In fact,
he did not want to stop to talk--which was most unusual with him.
"I can't chat with you to-day," Mr. Crow told Sandy. "I have business to
attend to. It's something I've been expecting for a long time. And I
don't want to be late."
"Where are you going?" Sandy asked.
"That--" said Mr. Crow--"that is something that doesn't concern you,
young man." And then he flapped his way through the woods and out of
sight.
Now, it happened that Sandy Chipmunk remembered at once what Uncle
Jerry Chuck had said a few days before. Uncle Jerry had said that Mr.
Crow had told him Farmer Green was about to plant corn. So Sandy
guessed that Mr. Crow was going to the field where Farmer Green and his
hired man were working.
"I'll run over there and see what's going on!" Sandy exclaimed. "If
they're planting corn I have just as much right to eat some as Mr.
Crow has."
Of course, Mr. Crow reached the ploughed field long before Sandy
Chipmunk.
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