Those of his size, and many a good deal bigger than he, learned early to avoid him.
One of the first things Sandy Chipmunk"s mother did was to teach him to beware of Grumpy. And twice during his first summer Sandy caught a glimpse of Grumpy as he flashed past like a brown streak, with a gleam of white showing underneath.
It was lucky for Sandy that on both occasions Grumpy was intent on chasing somebody or other. And each time that Sandy told his mother what he had seen, Mrs. Chipmunk said that she hoped it would never happen again.
"I"m glad that you know what he looks like, anyhow," she added.
"Oh, I"ll know him if I see him!" Sandy cried.
"Don"t stop for a second look!" his mother warned him.
"I won"t!" he promised. "I won"t even stop to say, "How do you do!""
"I should hope not!" Mrs. Chipmunk said severely.
So Sandy Chipmunk went through his first summer on the watch for a long, slender, brownish shape. But he never saw Grumpy Weasel again. And winter found the Chipmunk family all unharmed, and very comfortable in their cozy house below frost line.
On mild days Sandy liked to visit the world above and find a rock bare of snow, where he could enjoy the sunshine.
It was on one of those outings that he caught sight of a stranger headed for the stone wall near-by. At first Sandy missed seeing him, against the snow. But when he reached the wind-swept wall Sandy couldn"t help noticing him. He was a slim gentleman and--except for his black-tipped tail--was dressed all in white.
After spending the winter underground Sandy Chipmunk was glad to talk with the first person he saw. So he called to the stranger that it was a fine day, wasn"t it?
The other wheeled about so quickly that Sandy couldn"t help laughing.
"Don"t be nervous!" Sandy cried. "I won"t hurt you!"
But the stranger didn"t answer. Once he opened his mouth. And Sandy Chipmunk had a queer feeling then that he had met the fellow before.
That mouth had plenty of white, needle-like teeth. It had a cruel look, too.
Then the stranger jumped straight toward Sandy Chipmunk. And in that instant Sandy knew who he was. No one could leap like that except Grumpy Weasel!
Sandy turned and ran madly for shelter. Luckily he had the advantage of Grumpy in one way. He had a bare ledge to run on, while Grumpy Weasel had to flounder for some distance through a snow-choked hollow.
So Sandy escaped. And it was lucky that Grumpy didn"t find the door to the Chipmunk family"s burrow. If he had he would have gone right in himself.
Mrs. Chipmunk blamed herself for Sandy"s adventure. She had never remembered to tell her son that every fall Grumpy Weasel changed his summer dress for the one in which Sandy had just seen him.
XXII
GRUMPY"S THREAT
Meeting Grumpy Weasel in the woods one day, Tommy Fox stopped to have a chat with him. He always liked to chat with Grumpy, it was so easy to get him angry, and such fun to see him fly into a pa.s.sion.
"You"re looking very elegant in your winter suit," Tommy Fox remarked.
"White is becoming to you--there"s no doubt of that. And that black tip on the end of your tail is just what"s needed to complete your costume.
It matches your eyes nicely.... You must have a good tailor."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Sandy Chipmunk Runs From Grumpy Weasel. (_Page 96_)]
People were apt to be wary of Tommy Fox when fine words dripped from his mouth like that. It usually meant that he was bent on some mischief. And now Grumpy Weasel looked at him suspiciously.
"If you admire my clothes so much why don"t you get some like them?" he demanded.
Tommy Fox shook his head mournfully.
"I"d like to," he said, "but I"m too humble a person to dress like a king, in ermine. My family have always worn red. The neighbors wouldn"t know me in anything else. Or if they did they"d say I was putting on airs."
"If you want to know what I think, I"ll tell you that red"s entirely too good for you," Grumpy Weasel sneered.
Tommy Fox smiled somewhat sourly. Grumpy Weasel"s remark did not please him. But he managed to say nothing disagreeable.
"I suppose," he went on, "you"ve met the newcomer in our valley who dresses as you do, in white and black?"
"What"s that you say?" Grumpy Weasel barked. "Who"s gone and copied my cold-weather clothes? If I meet him I"ll make it hot for him."
"Perhaps I shouldn"t have mentioned the matter," Tommy Fox said softly.
"I don"t like to displease you. And I don"t want to get a stranger into trouble either, just as he has come to spend the winter amongst us.
"And besides," Tommy added, "it would be a shame for you to quarrel with the stranger because he happens to choose your favorite colors. That only goes to show that your tastes are alike."
"That"s exactly what I object to!" Grumpy Weasel complained, getting much excited. "If his tastes are the same as mine he"ll want to come and hunt along my stone wall. And there"ll be trouble if he does that! The fur will fly!"
Tommy Fox turned his head away, for he simply had to enjoy a grin and he didn"t want Grumpy Weasel to see it.
"I"m sorry I spoke about the stranger," he said glibly, as soon as he could keep his face straight. "But I thought the news would please you."
"It would certainly please me to meet him," Grumpy Weasel declared fiercely. "And it would please me much more than it would him, I can tell you."
"It wouldn"t be treating a newcomer well to let him wander through the woods when you feel as you do about him. I ought to warn him to leave Pleasant Valley before it"s too late," Tommy said.
"It would be treating him better to give him a good lesson before he goes," Grumpy Weasel said. "You needn"t say a word to him about my wanting to meet him. Let the fur fly first! And then he"ll flee.
"That"s my way of getting rid of strangers!"
XXIII
A BOLD STRANGER
Tommy Fox had carefully kept from Grumpy Weasel the name of the stranger who was dressed like Grumpy, in white and black. It happened that he wore feathers--this newcomer. And that was one reason why Tommy Fox had had to grin when Grumpy threatened to "make the fur fly" when he met the unknown.