Now it is a splendid thing to feel big and strong and brave , a very splendid thing ! But it is a bad thing to let that feeling turn to pride , foolish pride . Of course old Whitetail had n't really been afraid of Johnny Chuck . He had simply passed Johnny with a wink , because there was plenty to eat without the trouble of fighting , and Whitetail does n't fight just for the fun of it . But foolish Johnny Chuck really thought that old Whitetail was afraid of him . The more he thought about it , the more tickled he felt and the more puffed up he felt . He began to talk to himself and to brag . Yes , Sir , Johnny Chuck began to brag : `` I 'm not afraid of any one ; They 're all afraid of me ! I only have to show my teeth To make them turn and flee ! '' `` Pooh ! '' said a voice . `` Pooh ! It would take two like you to make me run away ! '' Johnny Chuck gave a startled jump . There was a strange Chuck glaring at him from behind a little bunch of grass . He was a big , gray old Chuck whom Johnny never had seen on the Green Meadows before , and he did n't look the least bit afraid . No , Sir , he did n't look the teeniest , weeniest bit afraid ! Somehow , Johnny Chuck did n't feel half so big and strong and brave as he had a few minutes before . But it would n't do to let this stranger know it . Of course not !
So , though he felt very small inside , Johnny made all his hair bristle up and tried XXXXX look very fierce .
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