Crow complained. "You know, I'm helping Farmer Green plant his corn. And
Sandy Chipmunk followed me to the corn-patch. And what do you think? He
actually began to _eat_ the corn! Now, who ever heard of such a thing?"
But Mr. Crow fooled nobody but himself. Every one knew that he ate more
of Farmer Green's corn than anybody else unless it was Farmer Green. And
_he_ always waited until it was ripe.
The trouble with Mr. Crow was this: He didn't want any one but himself to
visit the cornfield. He wanted all the corn for an old gentleman known as
_Mr. Crow_.
XVIII
SANDY LIKES MILK
Sandy Chipmunk liked milk. He never knew it, though, until he chanced to
come upon a saucerful which some one had set out on the big flat stone
that served as the back doorstep of the farmhouse.
Sandy crept up and sniffed at the white liquid in the saucer. It smelled
very good. So he tasted it. And it tasted so much better, even, than it
smelled that he drank every drop of it.
Sandy was sitting on the big stone step, washing his face, when Farmer
Green's cat leaped out of the doorway.
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