"I'll do nothing of the sort!" Simon Screecher declared; and his voice rose to a shrill quaver.
Turning swiftly, he flew straight at his cousin. And then how the feathers did fly!
Dickie Deer Mouse wanted to stay right there, for he hated to miss any of the fun. But he remembered that he was a "tidbit"; so he scampered away through the woods. And though he never knew how the fight ended, he was sure of one thing: There was no prize for the winner.
