He was enjoying his meal greatly when he caught sight of a small, striped person busily engaged in doing the very same thing. It was Sandy Chipmunk! And Mr. Crow hurried over to the row where Sandy was looking for corn.
"What are you doing here?" Mr. Crow asked angrily.
"I might ask you the same question," Sandy answered.
"You followed me—that's what you did!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "Of all the prying busybodies I know, you are certainly the worst. This is not your field; and I shall have to ask you to leave it at once."
"Oh! I'll leave the field," said Sandy Chipmunk. "I don't want the field. You can have that. All I want is some of the corn. There ought to be enough for both of us."
Mr. Crow muttered something about impertinence, which Sandy Chipmunk didn't understand. Then Mr. Crow said:
"This corn belongs to Farmer Green. Just because I've come to help him, and because I've scratched up a few of the kernels to see if he's planting them properly, you seem to think I'm eating corn."
"I certainly do," said Sandy Chipmunk.
"Well, what an idea!" Mr. Crow exclaimed.
Strange as it may seem, Farmer Green had the same idea that Sandy
Chipmunk had. He happened to catch sight of old Mr. Crow. And pretty soon
Johnnie Green came hurrying up the field, along the fence. He hoped Mr.
Crow wouldn't see him.