Happy Jack

STRIPED CHIPMUNK HAS FUN WITH HAPPY JACK

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Happy Jack.

Striped Chipmunk would shout in his shrillest voice: 

    “Hipperty, hopperty, one, two, three! 
    What do you think becomes of me?”

Then he would vanish from sight all in the wink of an eye.  You couldn’t tell where he went to.  At least Happy Jack couldn’t, and his eyes are sharper than yours or mine.  Happy Jack was spying, you remember.  He was watching Striped Chipmunk without letting Striped Chipmunk know it.  At least he thought he was.  But really he wasn’t.  Those sharp twinkling eyes of Striped Chipmunk see everything.  You know, he is such a very little fellow that he has to be very wide-awake to keep out of danger.

And he is wide-awake.  Oh, my, yes, indeed!  When he is awake, and that is every minute of the daytime, he is the most wide-awake little fellow you ever did see.  He had seen Happy Jack the very first thing, and he had guessed right away that Happy Jack was spying on him so as to find out if he had any of the big, fat hickory nuts.  Now Striped Chipmunk had all of those fat hickory nuts safely hidden in his splendid new storehouse, but he didn’t intend to let Happy Jack know it.  So he just pretended not to see Happy Jack, or to know that he was anywhere near, but acted as if he was just going about his own business.  Really he was just having the best time ever fooling Happy Jack.

    “The corn is ripe; the nuts do fall;
      Acorns are sweet and plump. 
    I soon will have my storehouse full
      Inside the hollow stump.”

Striped Chipmunk sang this just as if no one was anywhere near, and he was singing just for joy.  Of course Happy Jack heard it and he grinned.

“So your storehouse is in a hollow stump, my smart little cousin!” said Happy Jack to himself.  “If that’s the case, I’ll soon find it.”

Striped Chipmunk scurried along, and now he took pains to always keep in sight.  Happy Jack followed, hiding behind the trees.  Pretty soon Striped Chipmunk picked up a plump acorn and put it in the pocket of his right cheek.  Then he picked up another and put that in the pocket in his left cheek.  Then he crowded another into each; and his face was swelled so that you would hardly have guessed that it was Striped Chipmunk if you had chanced to meet him.  My, my, he was a funny sight!  Happy Jack grinned again as he watched, partly because Striped Chipmunk looked so funny, and partly because he knew that if Striped Chipmunk was going to eat the acorns right away, he wouldn’t stuff them into the pockets in his cheeks.  But he had done this very thing, and so he must be going to take them to his storehouse.

Off scampered Striped Chipmunk, and after him stole Happy Jack, his eyes shining with excitement.  Pretty soon he saw an old stump which looked as if it must be hollow.  Happy Jack grinned more than ever as he carefully hid himself and watched.  Striped Chipmunk scrambled up on the old stump, looked this way and that way, as if to be sure that no one was watching him, then with a flirt of his funny little tail he darted into a little round doorway.  He was gone a long time, but by and by out he popped, looked this way and that way, and then scampered off in the direction from which he had come.  Happy Jack didn’t try to follow him.  He waited until he was sure that Striped Chipmunk was out of sight and hearing, and then he walked over to the old stump.

“It’s his storehouse fast enough,” said Happy Jack.