I’m always sure to chatter.”
“Nuts, nuts, here, here!”
“Then I jumped on the gray squirrel’s back,
Giving him a tremendous whack.”
By this time the rain had stopped and a tiny streak of light was coming in the East. The Chipmunks suddenly ceased chattering. Ready pricked up his ears. Everything in the world was very still. Far, far away in the distance you could hear the birds beginning to wake up.
“Dawn is coming,” whispered Chippy, “and we are not yet out of the woods.”
Without another word they were all scampering along the road. Ready had never gone so fast in his life. On and on they went. It was a race with the coming dawn.
Five minutes of wonderful animal running brought Ready to the edge of the wood, and just as they reached the last oak tree, the beautiful rose-colored light had come behind the purple hills.
Five minutes of wonderful animal running brought Ready to the edge of the wood