"The very place!" cried Striped Chipmunk, and scurried away to find
Happy Jack Squirrel and Chatterer the Red Squirrel to invite them to his
Thanksgiving dinner.
CHAPTER XI
STRIPED CHIPMUNK'S THANKSGIVING DINNER
There's nothing quite so sweet in life
As making up and ending strife.
_Happy Jack._
Striped Chipmunk jumped out of bed very early Thanksgiving morning. It
was going to be a very busy day. He had invited Happy Jack the Gray
Squirrel, and Chatterer the Red Squirrel, to eat Thanksgiving dinner
with him, and each had promised to be there. Striped Chipmunk chuckled
as he thought how neither of his guests knew that the other was to be
there. He washed his face and hands, brushed his hair, and ate his
breakfast. Then he scurried over to his splendid new storehouse, which
no one knew of but himself, and stuffed the pockets in his cheeks with
good things to eat. When he couldn't stuff another thing in, he scurried
over to the nice, mossy log on the edge of the Green Forest, and there
he emptied his pockets, for that was to be his dining table.
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