“Honor!  Oh, how lovely!  Do tell us about it!  Please do!” begged the Merry Little Breezes.

“Chug-a-rum!” began Grandfather Frog, his big, goggly eyes twinkling.  “Once upon a time, when the world was young, old Mr. Chipmunk, the grandfather a thousand times removed of Striped Chipmunk, lived very much as Striped Chipmunk does now.  He was always very busy, very busy, indeed, and it was always about his own affairs.  ’By attending strictly to my own business, I have no time to meddle with the affairs of my neighbors, and so I keep out of trouble,’ said old Mr. Chipmunk,”

“Just what Striped Chipmunk says now,” broke in one of the Merry Little Breezes.

“That shows that he is just as wise as was his grandfather a thousand times removed, about whom I am telling you,” replied Grandfather Frog.  “Old Mr. Chipmunk wore just a little, plain brown coat.  It didn’t worry him a bit, not a bit, that his coat was just plain brown.  It kept him just as warm as if it were a beautiful red, like that of Mr. Fox, or handsome black and white, like that of Mr. Skunk.  He was perfectly satisfied with his little plain brown coat and took the best of care of it.

“One day as he was hurrying home to dinner, he climbed up on an old stump to look around and make sure that the way was clear.  Over in a little path in the meadow grass was walking old Mr. Meadow Mouse.  He was strolling along as if there was nothing in the world to fear.  Way back behind him in the same little path, walking very fast but very quietly, was big Mr. Bob Cat.  His eyes were yellow, and a hungry look was in them.  He didn’t see Mr. Meadow Mouse, but he would in a few minutes.  Mr. Chipmunk saw that he would, and that there was no place for Mr. Meadow Mouse to hide.

“’Humph!  I never meddle in other people’s affairs, and this is none of my business,’ said little Mr. Chipmunk.

“But old Mr. Meadow Mouse was a friend.  He thought a great deal of Mr. Meadow Mouse, did little Mr. Chipmunk.  He couldn’t bear to think of what would happen to Mr. Meadow Mouse if big Mr. Bob Cat should catch him.  Then, almost without realizing what he was doing, little Mr. Chipmunk began to shout at big Mr. Bob Cat and to call him names.  Of course big Mr. Bob Cat looked up right away and saw little Mr. Chipmunk sitting on the old stump.  His eyes grew yellower and yellower, he drew his lips back from his long, sharp teeth in a very angry way, and his little bob tail twitched and twitched.  Then, with great leaps, he came straight for the old stump on which little Mr. Chipmunk was sitting.

“Little Mr. Chipmunk didn’t wait for him to get there.  Oh, my, no!  He took one good look at those fierce, hungry, yellow eyes and long, cruel teeth, and then he whisked into a hole in the old stump.  You see, there wasn’t time to go anywhere else.  Big Mr. Bob Cat found the hole in the stump right away.  He snarled when he saw it.  You see it was too small, very much too small, for him to get into himself.  But he could get one hand and arm in, and he did, feeling all around inside for little Mr. Chipmunk.  Little Mr. Chipmunk was frightened almost to death.  Yes, Sir, he was frightened almost to death.  He made himself just as flat as he could on the bottom of the hollow and held his breath.