He had awakened very , very hungry , but now he had plenty to eat . All about him the birds were singing or busily at work building new homes . And still Johnny Chuck felt unhappy . It was dreadful to feel this way and not have any good reason for it . One bright morning Johnny Chuck sat on his door-step watching Drummer the Woodpecker building a new home in the old apple-tree . Drummer 's red head flew back and forth , back and forth , and his sharp bill cut out tiny bits of wood . It was slow work ; it was hard work . But Drummer seemed happy , very happy indeed . It was watching Drummer that started Johnny Chuck to thinking about his own home . He had always thought it a very nice home . He had built it just as he wanted it . From the doorstep he could look in all directions over the Green Meadows . It had a front door and a hidden back door . Yes , it was a very nice home indeed . But now , all of a sudden , Johnny Chuck became dissatisfied with his home . It was too near the Lone Little Path . Too many people knew where it was . It was n't big enough . The front door ought to face the other way . Dear me , what a surprising lot of faults a discontented heart can find with things that have always been just right !
It was so XXXXX Johnny Chuck .
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