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 is n't telling me what you are doing so far from home . '' `` I have n't any home , '' said Johnny , his face growing just a wee bit wistful . `` You have n't any home ! '' Chatterer 's voice sounded as if he did n't think he had heard aright . `` What have you done with it ? ''
`` Given it XXXXX Jimmy Skunk , '' replied Johnny Chuck .
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