Gray clouds loomed overhead as Chatty
scurried to find more grasshoppers for the storeroom. Mrs. Robin sang out her
daily, cheery melody from high in Farmer Shoestring’s Queen Anne cherry tree.
And Chatty’s friend, Mealy mouse, was at his usual spot scarfing down fallen
seeds from the farmer’s bird feeder. All was well with the world. Until
suddenly Chatty heard yelling, “Call the police. Call the police.”
Chatty jerked his head up and saw Mrs.
Gotrocks waving her arms wildly. “There’s a rat in my yard,” she screamed,
pointing at Chatty.
Dumfounded, Chatty looked around to
see who she was yelling at, and then realized he was him! He had accidentally
wandered over to his mean neighbor’s yard. Mrs. Gotrocks hated chipmunks. Worse
yet, she referred to them as rats! Chatty was most indignant at her snide
remark.
“I’m no rat!” he retorted. “I’m a
respectable chipmunk.”
“I don’t care what you call yourself.”
Mrs. Gotrocks insisted. “I’m calling the police.”
“Mrs. Gotrocks, I’ve got to gather
food for our storeroom,” he pleaded. “My mom is sick, and my brothers and
sisters are starving to death,” he lied.
“Gather, shmather! She stormed. “Go do
your gathering on someone else’s yard. I didn’t move here to entertain
rodents!”
“You’re a mean, old lady,” Chatty shot
back. “I hope you grow warts!”
“What? Does your mother know you talk
that way?”
Chatty felt a twinge of regret for
being so disrespectful. But, he reasoned, she had it coming.
“I’ve had enough.” Mrs. Gotrocks
turned and walked straight back to the house and called the police. “Hello,
Sam? Need your help. Have to get rid of a pesky, no good, dog-ugly varmint!”
To be continued…
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