Harry was the biggest, noisiest, and laziest of all the highland cattle in the glen. While the rest of the cows and bulls grazed, ate, and played, Harry would sleep at the side of the stream. The others were always getting angry with him because he took up so much space in the soft grass near the stream. Sometimes there was no room for any of the others. When they wanted to sleep, Harry would snore. He snored so loudly that all the birds and squirrels had gone off to live in another part of the glen so they could get some sleep.

One day, one of the highland cattle went over to Harry and said, "Harry, you are just too noisy. None of us can sleep, and you are so big that none of us get a chance to lie in the soft grass. Go to another glen with the Angus cattle. Keep them awake all night!"

Harry was surprised. He hadn't realized that he bothered the others that much. "If I promise not to snore or lay in the grass anymore, can I stay here?" he asked.

The three cattle looked at each other, then one said, "All right. But you have to be quiet!"

The whole day long Harry tried his hardest to be as quiet as he could. He stayed awake so he wouldn't snore, and he didn't go near the stream. He sat in the middle of the glen watching a bird dive into the water to catch a fish. He watched as a white feather flew off the tail of the bird and floated down to where he was sitting. Harry looked all around but he couldn't see where the feather landed. Suddenly he let out a big sneeze.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCHHHHHOOOOOOO!"

All of the sleeping highland cattle woke up. They looked over to where Harry was. "Uh, sorry. I just sneezed. It won't happen again," Harry apologized, but soon he sneezed again. "AAAAACCCCCHHHOOO!" Then again, "AAAAACCCCCCCHHHHHHHOOOO!"

The cattle looked angrily at him. "Uh, sorry again, Just a small sneeze, guys," he apologized once more, but then he sneezed again.  

"AAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!"        

Harry felt very bad. The cattle were angry with him now. He didn't want that, so he left, and walked slowly through the glen. The AAAACCCCHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOO's got quieter and quieter until the others couldn't hear them anymore.

"That's much better," one said, then they all went to sleep.

A group of Angus cattle from the other glen had their eyes on the spot where the highland cattle usually lay. They had heard that Harry had left, so they came to check it out. They looked around and didn't see Harry. One of them yelled, "Hey! You highlanders! We've decided that we want this spot in the mud. You guys are going to have to leave!"

The startled highland cattle looked at each other in surprise. One of them called back to the black Angus, "Oh yeah! Why should we care what you want?" The other cattle agreed and yelled, "Yeah, why should we care?"

The biggest Angus bull, Tough Ronald, walked over to the muddy bank. "See these sharp, pointed horns? Well, in case you haven't noticed, yours aren’t as big and thick. If you don't leave right now, we'll jab you with them!"

The highlanders looked at each other. One asked, "Why now? Why do you want our spot now?"

Tough Ronald sneered, "You used to have Harry here. He was the only one we were afraid of. Now he's gone, and now you have to go. We have always wanted this spot."

The black Angus filled their mouths with water from the stream and sprayed the otters, then cried, "Go! Go! Go!"

The highlanders had no choice. They were not as big as the Angus and their horns weren’t as big. So, they left and went further down the stream, at the other end of the glen. One of them mumbled, "Maybe if we find Harry and ask him nicely, he'll help us get our spot back!"

They searched, and searched for Harry, but they couldn't find him. Then they heard a faint, "Aaaaaacccchhhoooooo!"

"That's him!" one of them cried. They followed the sneezes until they found Harry. He was lying on a bunch of oak leaves, and looked very sad. "Harry. We want you to come back and live with us again. We're sorry for chasing you away," he apologized.

"AAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Harry let out the loudest sneeze any of them had ever heard. A little white feather came flying out of his nose. It flew up into the air and then fluttered back down to the ground.

"A feather? Is that what made you sneeze?" Harry was asked.

"I think so," he answered, waiting to see if he would sneeze anymore, but he didn't. "That's it! I'm cured!" He was so happy.

The highlanders then told him about Tough Ronald, and how the Angus cattle had taken over their spot in the glen. Harry got very angry. "Well, we will have to show those Angus just who is the toughest!"

They stomped back to the glen near their spot. There were the black Angus, blowing water on each other and having fun. "MOO! I hope you boys are enjoying yourselves," Harry yelled loudly. The Angus cattle stopped and looked over at the very big, and very angry highland cow. "All right, Tough Ronald. I'm back. This is our spot. You get out of the stream and back to your own glen where you belong, or I'll really get mad. You don't want me to get mad, do you Tough Ronald?"

The black Angus were scared. They ran out of the stream and down the glen as fast as they could. "And don't you ever come back!" Harry yelled after them.