Once upon a time there lived a Bear. All winter long he slept in his lair, but with the first rays of the sun, when the snow began to melt and to turn into running streams of water, he woke and came out into the open. He had eaten nothing all winter and was very hungry.
Off went the Bear to look for food. He looked here and he looked there but he found nothing but a tree stump. Feeling very cross, he seized the stump with both front paws and began trying to pull it out of the ground. But so hungry and weak was he, that he could not no do it.
Just then who should come wriggling out from under the tree stump but a Chipmunk. The Chipmunk had a hole under the stump, and, like the Bear, had slept in it all winter long.
"Why are you so cross, Grandpa?" asked he of Bear.
" I am very hungry, that's why," the Bear replied. "Have you anything you could give me to eat?"
"Wait here, I'll bring you something," said the Chipmunk.
And scrambling down into his hole and then out again, he placed before the Bear many nuts and sweet roots, his whole autumn's supply.
"Here, Grandpa, eat!"said he.
The Bear set to with great gusto and ate up all the nuts and roots.
"You are only a little animal but a nice one," said he to the Chipmunk. He stroked the Chipmunk's furry back with his paw and left the mark of his claws there - several rich black stripes. And ever since all chipmunks have had black stripes on their backs.