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And he could not stay awake.

He wanted an answer to the question about the pie and the things that made a pie, because it seemed important to know how to take many things that aren't so good and make one good thing with them.

But the small sounds of the song toook him and he could not think any longer.

Not two whiskers from the boy's fingers the chipmunk stopped and sat up again, looking directly into the boy's eyes, watching him, waiting for him to move.

And when the boy didn't move, when he held as still as a piece of wood, the chipmunk leaned carefully forward, rested on one tiny paw, and used his mouth to pluck the piece of pie-crust dough out of the boy's fingers

[The men] sat roughly to the tables, all of them big as houses, the boy thought. They sat to the tables and his grandmother brought heaping platters of pancakes ... Then she brought the huge enamel pot of coffee from the stove and sure enough each man turned his cup over--his hands so big the cup looked like a baby cup--and blew in it and held it up for coffee ... They made [the boy] think of big, polite bears.