New Britain herald., 1927-01-22

You see, Whitefoot does believe in luck. He knows that no matter how carefully he may plan a thing, or how much care he may take in do- ing a thing. chance, which is only another word for luck, may upset everything. It may make things come about entirely different from what he had expected.
 Now Whitefoot considered that it was bad luck which had led him to the house of Bobby Coon. He hadn't started out to go to Bobby Coons house. He hadn't even known where Bobby Coon lived. He had come over there looking for new home for himself. and he had run up into Bobby Coon's house 10 get away from Whitey the Snowy Owl. Then be had been frightened almost to death when he discovered that Bobby Coon was there.
 Now that house of Bobby Coon's might not have had any place in which a Mouse could hide. But it did have. Up near the top was a TiiieA'i cpNiiiie ii'o q iAoiio" pi'hiNh' an opening which with a little work Whitefoot made big enough to pass through. Whitefoot consedered that this was good luck. In there he was safe. He was safe from Whitey outside and Bobby Coon inside. So that was good luck.
 But Whitefoot stayed there only +n to sleep again. Just as soon as he was sure that Bobby was asleep he hurried to get out of Bobby's house. By this time Whitey the Snowy Owl had gone away, so nothing happened to Whitefoot. He climbed down that tree and hurried away as fast as he could to search for a new home. There were two things to be consid- cred in the search for that new home. One was safety; the second was food. The safest house in the world would be of no use if he must run great risk every time he wanted something to eat.
 So it was that Whitefoot passed two or three places which looked ss If they would make good homes. Y ou see, when he came to look around near them he found nothing to eat. He is such little fellow he cannot travel far in search of food.
 He was beginning to get dis couraged and little bit frightened. ! es, Sir he was so. He just had to have place where he could curl up and sleep without worrying for lear any one would find him. And he just had to have a supply of food. | Near the old home which he had deserted he had stored away a lot of seeds He thought of these long mgly. There were seeds enough | there to last him nearly all winter. ! He was almost tempted 10 go back. | Then he though of Shadow the Weasel, and he was tempted no longer.
 At last Whitcfoot came to an old | stump that was pretty well covered | with snow. He was going 10 pass it |, when he noticed that on onS side | the snow had not piled closely | against the old stump. Ho took q ! look at H. He found he could run ! r.ght down the side of the old stump without having 10 dig through the snow. He tried if and then he !, discovered that there was hole i tr that old stump down between the | roots. He knew right away that that hadn't been used for long | time. He poked his head in. Then | he went wholly in. There was q lit- | tie passage led up into that stump l itself and in that stump was q nice. | dry room; and in that room was q nice, dry. soft old bed.
 What luck" cried Whitefoot, for ! ha was very tired. What luck" I'm | safe and warm and dry and com [ fortable in here I won't look any further
 What about me?" said his stom- arh ."
 Whitefoot had done his best 10 ' forget that stomach But that stom- sch wouldn't let him forget it, I'm going 10 look around inside first. before I go out to look for food, said Whitefoot to himself and |