Striped Chipmunk was sitting just inside a hollow log , studying about how he could fill up his new storehouse for the winter . Striped Chipmunk is very thrifty . He likes to play , and he is one of the merriest of all the little people who live on the Green Meadows or in the Green Forest . He lives right on the edge of both and knows everybody , and everybody knows him . Almost every morning the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind hurry over to have a frolic with him the very first thing . But though he dearly loves to play , he never lets play interfere with work . Whatever he does , be it play or work , he does with all his might . `` I love the sun ; I love the rain ; I love to work ; I love to play . Whatever it may bring to me I love each minute of each day . '' So said Striped Chipmunk , as he sat in the hollow log and studied how he could fill that splendid big new storehouse . Pretty soon he pricked up his funny little ears . What was all that noise over in the Green Forest ? Striped Chipmunk peeped out of the hollow log . Over in the top of a tall hickory tree a terrible fuss was going on . Striped Chipmunk 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 XXXXX .
Chatterer Chipmunk Forest Meadows Mother Squirrel day first morning right