He had an itch on his chin.

Chester went to scratch the itch but it did not stop.

"Ouch!" he said, "This itch is too much!"

He hopped and looked for help.

Close to the bench, there was a soft green patch of grass in the shade.

Chester rubbed his chin on the patch of grass.

Scratch, scratch. The itch was gone!

Chester did a hop and gave a flap.

"This patch is a charm!" he said.

He gave a stretch and then perched on the patch of grass with a smile.