"I see you have one," Mr. Crow said. "But the question is, to whom does it really belong? If the truth were known, I guess that letter rightfully belongs to a farmer named Green."
That remark made Sandy angry.
"The letter belongs to me!" he told Mr. Crow. "Here's my picture on it.
You can see for yourself."
Now, Mr. Crow could not read either—for all he was so old. And when he saw the picture of a chipmunk on the envelope, exactly like Sandy, he was very much surprised.
"Why don't you open your letter?" he asked.
"I hadn't thought of that," Sandy replied. So he tore open the envelope and pulled out a paper.
"It's certainly for me," he said, "for here's my picture again. But I'd like to know why these other people have their pictures in my letter. They've no business in my letter!"
Mr. Crow looked over Sandy's shoulder—which was not at all a polite thing to do.
"That's queer!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "There's one of the Red-Squirrel boys
and Mrs. Mouse's son. And this young chap here looks a lot like Rinaldo
Rat. … I'd be pretty angry if anybody sent me a letter like that," Mr.
Crow then said.
Now, the real trouble with Mr. Crow was that he was jealous because Sandy
Chipmunk had a letter, while he had none.