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 good-by and started on. It was very delightful to
wander over the Green Meadows on such a beautiful spring morning. The
violets and the wind-flowers nodded to him, and the dandelions smiled
up at him. Johnny almost forgot his torn clothes and the bites and
scratches of his great fight with the gray old Chuck the day before.
It was fun to just go where he pleased and not have a care in the
world.

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 lone elm-
tree? It was--yes, it certainly was another Chuck! Could it be the old
gray Chuck come back for another fight? A great anger filled the heart
of Johnny Chuck, and he whistled sharply. The strange Chuck didn't
answer. Johnny ground his teeth and started for the lone elm-tree. He
would show this other Chuck who was master of the Green Meadows!




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WHY JOHNNY CHUCK DIDN'T FIGHT


Anger is an awful thing;
It never stops to reason.
It boils right over all at once,