Once more Digger began to laugh.  “Peter,” said he, “you certainly are the funniest fellow I know.  Of course old Big-Horn didn’t really have a chip on his shoulder.  That is just a saying, Peter, just a saying.  When any one goes about looking for trouble and ready to quarrel at the least pretext, he is said to be carrying a chip on his shoulder and daring anybody to knock it off.”

“Oh!” said Peter.

“And so,” continued Digger, “Big-Horn didn’t have anything to do with a really, truly chip, but just went about always trying to get somebody to fight with him.  It wasn’t that Big-Horn was ugly.  He wasn’t.  You see Old Mother Nature had given him great strength.  Yes, Sir, for his size Big-Horn was very strong, and in that strength be took great pride.  And Mother Nature had given him a pair of very large and strong horns with which to defend himself if there should be need.  Those horns were almost straight, and with Big-Horn’s great strength behind them, they were truly dangerous weapons.  He didn’t think of that.  No, Sir, he didn’t think of that.  He was just brimming full of life, and he dearly loved to try his strength against the strength of others.  It got so that the instant he saw anybody, down would go his head and at them he would go full tilt.

“It was great fun—­for him.  Sometimes he got the worst of it, as when Old King Bear stepped aside at the very last instant and hit him such a clip with his great paw that Big-Horn was sent rolling over and over and lost his breath for a few minutes.  But usually it was the other who got the worst of it, for those great, sharp-pointed horns of Big-Horn’s tore and hurt.  Indeed, even when he tried to be gentle with those smaller than himself he was forever hurting some one.

“Finally some of his neighbors wished to go to Old Mother Nature and complain about Big-Horn, but others were against this plan because they knew that Old Mother Nature was quite loaded down with cares and worries as it was.  So instead they called a meeting to which everybody except Big-Horn was invited.  If Big-Horn could have heard all that was said about him, his ears surely would have burned.  Every one was of the opinion that something must be done, but just what no one could suggest.  At last, just when it seemed that the meeting would break up without anything being done, Old Man Coyote stepped forward.  Now Old Man Coyote already was known as a very clever fellow, more clever even than Mr. Fox, though it would never have done to say so where it would get back to the ears of Mr. Fox.

“‘Friends and neighbors,’ said Old Man Coyote, ’it seems to me a very simple matter to teach Neighbor Big-Horn a lesson that he will not soon forget.  Being rather bashful, I haven’t liked to suggest it before, because I thought surely some one else would do it.  I suggest that some one be selected to fight Big-Horn, and when that one can fight no longer, some one else be selected to fight him, and so on until he gets tired, and some one can whip him.  Then I think he will have had enough of fighting.’