"When leaves turn yellow, brown, and red,
And nuts come pitter, patter down;
When days are short and swiftly sped,
And Autumn wears her colored gown,
I'm up before old Mr. Sun
His nightcap has a chance to doff,
And have my day's work well begun
When others kick their bedclothes off."
"What are you filling your storehouse with?" asked Happy Jack, trying not to show too much interest.
"Corn, nice ripe yellow corn, and seeds and acorns and chestnuts," answered Striped Chipmunk. "And now I'm looking for some big, fat hickory nuts," he added, and his bright eyes twinkled. "Have you seen any, Happy Jack?"
Happy Jack said that he hadn't seen any, and Striped Chipmunk remarked that he couldn't waste any more time talking, and scurried away. Happy Jack watched him go, a puzzled little frown puckering up his brows.
"I believe he knows something about those nuts. I think I'll follow him and have a peep into his storehouse," he muttered.
CHAPTER VI
HAPPY JACK SPIES ON STRIPED CHIPMUNK
It's more important to mind your own affairs than to know what your neighbors are doing, but not nearly so interesting.
Happy Jack.