Finally Striped Chipmunk wiped the tears from his eyes and jumped up . `` My , my , this will never do ! '' said he . `` Idle hands and idle feet Never filled a storehouse yet ; But instead , so I 've heard say , Into mischief surely get . '' `` Here it is almost Thanksgiving and -- '' Striped Chipmunk stopped and scratched his head , while a funny little pleased look crept into his face . `` I wonder if Happy Jack and Chatterer would come to a Thanksgiving dinner , '' he muttered . `` I believe I 'll ask them just for fun . '' Then Striped Chipmunk hurried home full of his new idea and chuckled as he planned his Thanksgiving dinner . Of course he could n't have it at his own house . That would n't do at all . In the first place , the doorway would be altogether too small for Happy Jack . Anyway , his home was a secret , his very own secret , and he did n't propose to let Happy Jack and Chatterer know where it was , even for a Thanksgiving dinner . Then he thought of the big , smooth , mossy log he had been sitting on that very morning . `` 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 XXXXX chuckled as he thought how neither of his guests knew that the other was to be there .
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