The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-03-06

x Whitefeot the Wood Mouse was be- ginning to feel quite at home. You Remember that he had moved into an old house that Timmy the Flying Squirrel had told him of, one that Timmy himself had once used. He would have been wholly contented but for one thing-he had no well filled storehouse. This meant that each day he must hunt for his food.
 It wasn't that Whitefoot minded hunting for food. He would have dono that, anyway, even though he had had close at hand a storehouse with plenty in it. But he would have felt easier in his mind. He would have had the comfortable feeling that if the weather turned so bad that he could not easily get out and about he would not have to go hungry.
 But Whitefoot is d happy little fel- low and wisely made the best of things. At first he came out very lit- tie by day. He knew that there were many sharp eyes watching for him in the Green Forest and that he was more likely to be seen in the light of day than when the Black Shadows s had crept all through the Green For est.
 He would peek out of his doorway
 
 daytime. Twice he saw Butcher the Shrike alight short distance from the tree in which Timmy the Flying Squirrel lived. He knew that Butcher had not forgotten that he had chased a badly frightened Mouse into a hole in that tree. Once he saw Whitey the Snowy Owl and so knew that .Whitey had not yet gone back to the far north. Once Reddy Fox trotted along right past the foot of the old stump in which Whitefoot lived and didn't even suspect that he was any where near. Twice he saw Old Man coyote trotting past, and once Terror the Goshawk alighted on that very stump in which whitefoot had his home and sat there for half an hour. ~NSo Whitefoot formed the habit of doing just what Timmy the Flying / Squirrel did: he remained in his house for most of the day and came ont when the Black Shadows began to creep in among the trees Timmy the Flying Squirrel came out about the same time and they had become the best of friends.
 ~ Now, Whitefoot Is not much given to envying others. But as night after night he watched Timmy the Flying Squirrel little envy crept into his
 
 would watch Timmy nimbly climb to the top of tree and then jump. Down he could come in long. beau tfful glide, for all the world as if he was gliding on the air.
 The first time Whitefoot saw him do it he held his breath He really didn't know what to make of 1t. The nearest tree to the one from which Tfmmy had jumped was so far away that 1t didn't seem possible that any one without wings could reach if without first coming to the ground.
 "Oh! squeaked Whitefoot. "Ohl He'll kill himselfi He sureK will kill himself! He'll break his neck!p But Timmy did nothing of the kind. He sailed down. down, down and alighted on that distant tree foot or two from the bottom. and without stopping a second scampered up to the top of that tree and once more jumped. Whitefoot had hard work to believe his own eyes. Timmy seemed to be Jumping just for the pleasure of 1t. As matter of fact. he was. He was getting his evenings exercise. > Whitefoot sighed. q wish I could Jump like that" said he to himself. i"I wouldn't ever be afraid of any body if could just jump like that. I envS Timmy. I do so d I don't care who knows it."
 tCopyright 1922. by T. ". Burgess)
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