Nuts in a Log
"Humph!" said Goodwi the chipmunk.
He was sitting next to the old log in which
he had stored his nuts. It had a nice
hole in one end, big enough to let him in, and was hollow for almost its whole
length. Last night a storm had covered
the log with sand.
Goodwi thought about it.
He could dig through the sand to open the
hole and get his nuts out that way. But
there was a lot of sand.
Or he could gnaw a hole through the log to
get inside. But it was a pretty thick
log.
Or he could leave his nuts and collect
others. But they were his nuts, and he
wanted them.
Perhaps, he thought, there was another hole?
He climbed on top of the log.
Nothing on top.
He ran along the one side of the log.
Nothing there.
He tried the last side.
A hole.
Very small, but a hole.
He slowly squeezed his head into the hole.
He could see four of his nuts, right there under his mouth. Only four.
No more.
Kanga hopped onto the log
Four nuts are better than none, he thought,
and opening his little mouth as wide as he could he grabbed them, one after the
other.