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OHNNY CHUCK awoke just as jolly, round, red
"Well, well, well! What are you doing here?" cried a sharp voice.
Johnny Chuck looked towards the open end of the old log. There, peeping in, was a little face as sharp as the voice.
"Hello, Chatterer!" cried Johnny.
"I say, what are you doing here?" persisted Chatterer the Red Squirrel, for it was he.
"Just waking up," replied Johnny, with a grin.
"It's time," replied Chatterer. "But that isn't telling me what you are doing so far from home."
"I haven't any home," said Johnny, his face growing just a wee bit wistful.
"You haven't any home!" Chatterer's voice sounded as if he didn't think he had heard aright. "What have you done with it?"
"Given it to Jimmy Skunk," replied Johnny Chuck.
Now Chatterer never gives anything to anybody, and how any one could give away his home was more than he could understand. He stared at Johnny as if he thought Johnny had gone crazy. Finally he found his tongue. "I don't believe it!" he snapped. "If Jimmy Skunk has got your old home, it's because he put you out of it."
"No such thing! I'd like to see Jimmy Skunk or anybody else put me out of my home!" Johnny Chuck spoke scornfully. "I gave it to him because I didn't want it any longer. I'm going to see the world, and then I'm going to build me a new home. Everybody else seems to be building new homes this spring; why shouldn't I?"
"I'm not!" retorted Chatterer. "I know enough to know when I am well off.
"Who has a discontented heart Is sure to play a sorry part." |
Johnny Chuck crawled out of the old log and stretched himself somewhat painfully. "That may be, but there are different kinds of discontent.
"Who never looks for better things Will live his life in little rings. |
"Well, I must be moving along, if I am to see the world."
So Johnny
Chuck bade Chatterer
Johnny Chuck bade Chatterer good‑by and started on. |
He was thinking of this, as he sat up to look over the Green Meadows.
His heart gave a great throb. What was that over near the
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