"Who are you and what are you doing on my Green Meadows?" he demanded.

"Your Green Meadows! Your Green Meadows! Ho, ho, ho! Your Green
Meadows!" The stranger laughed an unpleasant laugh. "How long since
you owned the Green Meadows? I have just come down on to them from the
Old Pasture, and I like the looks of them so well that I think I will
stay. So run along, little boaster! There isn't room for both of us
here, and the sooner you trot along the better." The stranger suddenly
showed all his teeth and gritted them unpleasantly.

Now when Johnny Chuck heard this, great anger filled his heart. A
stranger had ordered him to leave the Green Meadows where he had been
born and always lived! He could hardly believe his own ears. He,
Johnny Chuck, would show this stranger who was master here!

With a squeal of rage, Johnny sprang at the gray old Chuck. Then began
such a fight as the Merry Little Breezes of Old Mother West Wind had
never seen before. They danced around excitedly and cried: "How
dreadful!" and hoped that Johnny Chuck would win, for you know they
loved him very much.

Over and over the two little fighters rolled, biting and scratching
and tearing and growling and snarling. Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun hid
his face behind a cloud, so as not to see such a dreadful sight. The
stranger had been in many fights and he was very crafty. For a while
Johnny felt that he was getting the worst of it, and he began to
wonder if he really would have to leave the Green Meadows. The very
thought filled him with new rage and he fought harder than ever.