The cat was very angry. And it was no wonder, because Sandy Chipmunk had
drunk her breakfast. She seemed to think that since Sandy had made away
with her breakfast it would be only fair if she should make away with
_him_.
[Illustration: Farmer Green's Cat Leaped Out of the Doorway]
But Sandy did not agree with her at all. Though he had washed only one
side of his face, he jumped sideways off the step and ran and hid in the
woodpile close by.
You might think he would have had to stay there a long time. For the old
cat crouched down and watched the hole into which Sandy had crawled. She
seemed to have made up her mind to wait there until Sandy came out of
that hole again.
If she had waited for that to happen she would have been there yet. For
Sandy crept through the woodpile, stole out the other side of it, and ran
home.
He was glad to get away from the cat. But he was sorry there wasn't more
of that delicious drink which he had found in the saucer.
Later that day Sandy told Fatty Coon what had happened.
"I know what that was," Fatty Coon exclaimed. "It was milk.
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