And it is very startling, very startling, indeed, to be wakened out of
pleasant dreams of warm summer days by having some one suddenly jump
on you. It is enough to make any one lose his temper. Unc' Billy
Possum lost his.

So Happy Jack sat outside on a branch of the hollow tree where his old
storehouse was and scolded, and called Unc' Billy Possum names, and
jerked his tail angrily with every word he said. And Unc' Billy Possum
sat in the doorway of the hollow tree and showed his teeth to Happy
Jack and said unpleasant things. It really was very dreadful the way
those two did talk.

But Unc' Billy Possum is really very good-natured, and when he had
gotten over the fright Happy Jack had given him and began to
understand that he was in one of Happy Jack's storehouses, all his
temper vanished, and presently he began to grin and then to laugh. Now
it always takes two to make a quarrel, and one of the hardest things
in the world is to keep cross when the one you are cross with won't
keep cross, too. Happy Jack tried hard to stay angry, but every time
he looked at Unc' Billy Possum's twinkling eyes and broad grin, Happy
Jack lost a little of his own temper. Pretty soon he was laughing just
as hard as Unc' Billy Possum.

"Ho, ho, ho! Ha, ha, ha!" they laughed together. Finally they had to
stop for breath.

"What are you doing in my storehouse, Unc' Billy?" asked Happy Jack,
when he could stop laughing.