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.
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."