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
cannot go up and pick the nuts as do his big cousins, Happy Jack and
Chatterer.

When he reached the tall hickory tree, what do you think was happening?
Why, those big, fat nuts were rattling down to the ground on every side,
just as if Old Mother West Wind was shaking the tree as hard as she
could. But Old Mother West Wind wasn't there at all. No, Sir, there
wasn't even one of the Merry Little Breezes up in the tree-tops. The
big fat nuts were rattling down just on account of the dreadful quarrel
of Striped Chipmunk's two foolish cousins, Happy Jack and Chatterer.

It was all because Happy Jack was greedy. Chatterer had climbed the
tree, and now Happy Jack, who is bigger but not so spry, was chasing
Chatterer round and round and over the tree-top, and both were so angry
that they didn't once notice that they were knocking down the very nuts
over which they were quarreling.