ANOTHER STRANGE CHUCK


Johnny Chuck awoke just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun pulled his own
nightcap off. At first Johnny couldn't think where he was. He blinked
and blinked. Then he rolled over. "Ouch!" cried Johnny Chuck. You see
he was so stiff and sore from his great fight the day before, that it
hurt to roll over. But when he felt the smart of those wounds, he
remembered where he was. He was in the old hollow log that he had
found on the edge of the Green Meadows just before dark. It was the
first time that Johnny had ever slept anywhere, excepting underground,
and as he lay blinking his eyes, it seemed very strange and rather
nice, too.

"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."