A SAD, SAD QUARREL
IMMY SKUNK sat on the floor of Farmer Brown's henhouse,
rubbing his head and glaring up at the upper row of
nests with eyes red with anger. Of course it was dark
in the henhouse, for it was night, but Jimmy can see in
the dark, just as so many other little people who wear
fur can. What he saw was the anxious looking face of
Unc' Billy Possum staring down at him.
"You did that purposely!" snapped Jimmy. "You did that
purposely, and you needn't tell me you didn't."
"On mah honor Ah didn't," protested Unc' Billy. "It was
an accident, just a sho' 'nuff accident, and Ah'm right
sorry fo' it."
 "That sounds very nice, but I don't believe a word of
it. You did it purposely, and you can't make me believe
anything else. Come down here and fight. I dare you
to!" Jimmy was getting more and more angry every
Unc' Billy began to grow angry. Of course, it was
wholly his fault that that egg had fallen, but it
wasn't his fault that Jimmy had happened to be just
beneath. He hadn't known that Jimmy was there. He had
apologized, and he felt that no one could do more than
that. Jimmy Skunk had doubted his word, had refused to
believe him, and that made him angry. His little eyes
glowed with rage.
"If yo' want to fight, come up here. I'll wait fo' yo'
right where Ah am," he sputtered.
This made Jimmy angrier than ever.
 He couldn't climb up
there, and he knew that Unc' Billy knew it. Unc' Billy
was perfectly safe in promising to wait for him.
"You're a coward, just a plain no-account coward!"
snapped Jimmy. "I'm not going to climb up there, but
I'll tell you what I am going to do; I'm going to wait
right down here until you come down, if it isn't until
next year. Nobody can drop things on my head and not
get paid back. I thought you were a friend, but now I
"Wait as long as yo' please. Ah reckons Ah can stay as
long as yo' can," retorted Unc' Billy, grinding and
snapping his teeth.
"Suit yourself," retorted Jimmy. "I'm going to pay you
up for that bump on my head or know the reason why."
And so they kept on quarreling and calling each other
names, for the time
 being quite forgetting that they
were where they had no business to be, either of them.
It really was dreadful. And it was all because both had
been sadly disappointed. They had found no eggs where
they had been sure they would find plenty. You see,
Farmer Brown's boy had gathered every egg when he shut
the biddies up for the night. Did you ever notice what
a bad thing for the temper disappointment often is?
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