it was. It wasn't big enough. The front door ought to face the other
way. Dear me, what a surprising lot of faults a discontented heart can
find with things that have always been just right! It was so with
Johnny Chuck. That house in which he had spent so many happy days,
which had protected him from all harm, of which he had been so proud
when he first built it, was now the meanest house in the world. If
other people had new houses, why shouldn't he? The more he thought
about it, the more dissatisfied and discontented he became and of
course the more unhappy. You know one cannot be dissatisfied and
discontented and happy at the same time.

Now dissatisfied and discontented people are not at all pleasant to
have around. Johnny Chuck had always been one of the best natured of
all the little meadow people, and everybody liked him. So Jimmy Skunk
didn't know quite what to make of it, when he came down the Lone
Little Path and found Johnny Chuck so out of sorts that he wouldn't
even answer when spoken to.

Jimmy Skunk was feeling very good-natured himself. He had just had a
fine breakfast of fat beetles and he was at peace with all the world.
So he sat down beside Johnny Chuck and began to talk, just as if
Johnny Chuck was his usual good-natured self.

"It's a fine day," said Jimmy Skunk.

Johnny Chuck just sniffed.

"You're looking very fine," said Jimmy.

Johnny just scowled.