No matter what the season.

It was so with Johnny Chuck. The minute he caught sight of the strange
Chuck over by the lone elm-tree, anger filled his heart and fairly
boiled over, until he was in a terrible rage. Of course it was
foolish, very foolish indeed. The strange Chuck hadn't said or done
anything to make Johnny Chuck angry, not the least thing in the world,
excepting to come down on to the Green Meadows. Now the Green Meadows
are very broad, and there is room for many Chucks. It was pure
selfishness on the part of Johnny Chuck to want to drive away every
other Chuck.

But anger never stops to reason. It didn't now. Johnny Chuck hurried
as fast as his short legs could take him towards the lone elm-tree,
and in his mind was just one thought--to drive that strange Chuck off
the Green Meadows and to punish him so that he never, never would dare
even think of coming back. So great was Johnny's anger that every hair
stood on end, and as he ran he chattered and scolded.

"I'll fix him! These are my Green Meadows, and no one else has any
business here unless I say so! I'll fix him! I'll fix him!"

Then Johnny would grind his teeth, and in his eyes was the ugliest
look. He wasn't nice to see, not a bit nice. The Merry Little Breezes
of Old Mother West Wind didn't know what to make of him. Could this be
the Johnny Chuck they had known so long, the good-natured, happy
Johnny Chuck whom everybody loved? They drew away from him, for they
didn't want anything to do with any one in such a frightful temper.
But Johnny Chuck didn't even notice, and if he had he wouldn't have
cared. That is the trouble with anger. It crowds out everything else,