The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-06-29
BURGESS BED-
 TIME STORY
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 That Is exactly how the runaway litle Wood Mouse felt as he sat peeping out from under big fern q Reddy Fox. Should he continue to sit still or should he run2 He must decide for himself, for there was no one to tell him what to do. This WIS the first time he had ever seen Redey Fox, but he didn't need to be told that Reddy was an enemy.
 Reddy had not yet discovered hirn, or he would have known what to dc. Flo would have known that it would be useless to sit still. It was beca%se Reddy hadn't yet discovered him thN1 the little Mouse was uncertain Red dy was running from side to side with his sharp snose to the ground. If was plain that Reddy suspected there might be a Mouse or some other small person, who would make him good dinner. near He wa trying to find the scent left in the footsteps of whoever had been along that way.
 He was coming toward that fern under which the little Mouse was hiding If he should once poke his sharp nose under that fern the iitS1e Mouse would have small chance. But he might not come as far az that fern. He might think he was mis- taken in suspectinR that there was anybody around, and stop hunting before he reached that fern. In that case the little Mouse would be safest if he sat perfectly still. If however, it should be necessary for him to hn tfa hatfaF If would be for him, for the longer start he would have.
 What to dor The little Mouse WAS tempted to run. Then he was more afraid to run than he was to sit still Almost in the next breath he felt that he was more afraid to sit still than to run. He had just made up his mind to run when Reddy Fox stopped to listen. Very handsome he looked as he stood there with his sharp ears cooked forward, listen ing with all his might Merry Little Breeze rustled a dry leaf off at one lde. Instantly Reddy turned in that direction and listened mnra eagerly than ever. The Merry Little Breeze rust1ed the dry leaf again. This time Reddy knew what It was. He is so smart and his enrs ara so wonderful that he can tell the dtf- ference between the sound made fy the rustling of leaf by Mercy Little Breeze and the rustling of a leaf made by careless little feet.
 He began to move again and this time he came in straight line to- ward the spot where that poor little Mouse was shaking with freight. The little Mouse felt 1t in his bones that thls time Reddy would keep right on. and have a look under that fern. He simply couldn't sit still any longer. He must run. But where should he run to7 He knew nothing whatever about his surroundings. He knew of no hollow log. He knew of no hole where he might find safety. He would have to depend wholly on chance. and chance is the poorest thing in the world on which to de- pend He knew that his little legs were no match for Reddy's long ones. i Perhaps he could steal away without being seen or without making q sound.
 It seemed to the little Mouse as If his heart was humping right up in his throat as he turned and started to steal away. He had gone a short distance without making a sound when there was a sharp sniff behind him. It was Reddy Fox sniff ing under that fern where the little Mouse had been sitting. It startled the little Mouse so that he jumped and ran with all his might. His | small feet rustled the dry leaves. Copyright. 1922, by T. w. Burgess)
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