Almost every morning the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind hurry over to have a frolic with him the very first thing . But though he dearly loves to play , he never lets play interfere with work . Whatever he does , be it play or work , he does with all his might . `` I love the sun ; I love the rain ; I love to work ; I love to play . Whatever it may bring to me I love each minute of each day . '' So said Striped Chipmunk , as he sat in the hollow log and studied how he could fill that splendid big new storehouse . Pretty soon he pricked up his funny little ears . What was all that noise over in the Green Forest ? Striped Chipmunk peeped out of the hollow log . Over in the top of a tall hickory tree a terrible fuss was going on . Striped Chipmunk listened . He heard angry voices , such angry voices ! They were the voices of his big cousins , Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel and Chatterer the Red Squirrel . `` Dear me ! Dear me ! How those two do quarrel ! I must go over and see what it is all about , '' thought Striped Chipmunk . So , with a flirt of his funny , little tail , he scampered out of the hollow log and over to the tall hickory tree . He knew all about that tree . Many , many times he had looked up at the big fat nuts in the top of it , watching them grow bigger and fatter , and hoping that when they grew ripe , Old Mother West Wind would find time to shake them down to him .
You know Striped Chipmunk is not much of a climber , and so he can not go up and pick the nuts as do his big XXXXX , Happy Jack and Chatterer .
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