"So he had plenty to eat from that time on. And all his children and
his children's children had that same wonderful voice, just as Old Man
Coyote has now. Chug-a-rum! Now scamper home, Peter Rabbit, and see
that you don't let Old Man Coyote's sharp wits get you into trouble."
"Thank you, Grandfather Frog!" cried Peter and scampered as fast as he
could go for the dear, safe Old Briar-patch.
IX
WHY MINER THE MOLE LIVES UNDER GROUND
Striped Chipmunk sat staring at a little ridge where the grass was
raised up. He had often seen little ridges like that without thinking
much about them. He knew that they were made by Miner the Mole. He had
known that ever since he was big enough to begin to ask questions. But
now as he looked at this one, it suddenly struck him that he had not
seen Miner the Mole more than once or twice in all his life.
"What a queer way of living!" thought Striped Chipmunk. "It's all very
well to have a snug house under the ground, where one can sleep the
long cold winter away and be perfectly safe, but what any one wants to
live under the ground all the time for, in the beautiful springtime
and summertime and autumntime, I can't understand. Just think of all
that Miner misses--the sunshine, the flowers, the songs of the birds,
and the Merry Little Breezes to play with! I wonder--"
"What do you wonder?" The voice was so close to Striped Chipmunk that
it made him jump. He whirled about. There was Johnny Chuck, who had
tiptoed up as softly as he knew how, to give Striped Chipmunk a scare.
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