He knew that chipmunks love peanut butter
What was poor little Ready to do? This delay might upset all his plans. Perhaps they would forget to come back altogether. He knew that Chipmunks love peanut butter, because he had heard a Chipmunk that very evening boasting between dances of stealing into a Boy Scout’s tent and prying open the lid of a peanut butter jar.
Ready thought and thought, and finally decided to go around to the cabin door and give quite politely three little barks. They would mean, of course, “Ready, Ready, Ready.”
At first there was no answer to his call. Then he barked again a little louder. This time he said, “Please, please, come.”
At this, somebody in the house jumped out of bed, and stamping to the window called out, “Get away, little beast of a dog!”
Then Ready heard the peanut butter can fall to the floor with a bang; and suddenly out ran the Chipmunks, their coats flying behind them.
Out ran the chipmunks
So fast did they run that they did not see Ready at all until they were about one hundred yards away from the house. As soon as they really came to themselves and saw Ready, they cocked their little heads on one side and pointed their paws towards a little figure vanishing in the distance.