"You promised," Uncle Sammy reminded him. "And unless you want
something you won't like nearly so well as corn, you had better march
right along with me."
He was so cross that Frisky Squirrel thought he had better mind him.
But Frisky wished he had not come. And he wished he had told his
mother what he was going to do, too. But he trotted along with Uncle
Sammy--only he was careful not to get too close to the tricky old
gentleman, for there was no knowing when Uncle Sammy might suddenly
decide that he would rather have a nice, tender, young gray squirrel
to eat than all the last year's corn in the world. You see, the little
forest-people have to think of many things--especially when they walk
out alone with a person like Uncle Sammy Coon.
IX
A Bag of Corn
When Frisky Squirrel and Uncle Sammy Coon arrived at Farmer Green's
place, the moon was just rising. It wasn't dark, but Uncle Sammy said
that they would have no trouble at all, because Farmer Green's family
would be in the house, eating their evening meal.
"There's the corn-house," he said, pointing to an old stone building.
"There's a hole in the wall up there under the roof. All you have to
do is to climb that tree, run out on that limb, crawl through the
hole, and there you are--inside. Then you can bring the corn up to the
hole, drop it out onto the ground, and I'll stay outside and pick it
up and put it in this sack and watch out for old dog Spot."
"You see," he went on, "I'll be doing most of the work, for I'll be
doing three things, while all you'll have to do will be to drop the
corn out of the hole in the wall.
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