New Britain herald., 1927-01-28

Whitefoot the Woodmouse had the Red Squirrel from Terror the Goshawk. Yes, indeed, he had seen it all. Little shivens had followed one another all over him from the tip of his long tail right along his backbone to the end Of his nose as he watched Terror try to catch Chatterer.
 wouldn't you suppose that Whitefoot would have hoped that Terror would cltch Chatterer? It was Chatterer vino had taken possession of White foot's home. It was Chatterer who had been calling Whitefoot all kinds ci bad names. It was Chatterer from whom Whitefoot had had to hide all those pine seeds. But when Terror the Goshawk appeared, and for minute it looked as if he might catch Chatterer, a great fear took possession of Whitefoot-a fear that Terror would catch Chatterer. You'll find it is that way in the Great World. People will quarrel between themselves. but when common enemy appears. they be- "1'Nn united So. when finally Chatterer whisked out of sight in the hollow stump and Terror the Cos hawk flew away to search for a breakfast elsewhere, Whitcfoot sighed with relief. Yes. sir, he did so. he sighed with relief.
 If I knew anything about 1t at all," said Whitefoot to himself. ! "Chatterer is going to keep away from here. He'll be afraid that Terror the GoshaWk will come back looking for him. So I guess Terror has done me a good turn. I have i an idea that I shall not be bothered ! by Chatterer once he is away from here"
 So Whitefoot possessed himself i with patience and kept watch. It | required q lot of patience, but | nothing is worth having that isn't | worth waiting for. So when at last | he saw Chatterer poke his head out i and look hastily, but carefully, in , all directions. and then scamper off { just as fast as his legs could take | him, Whitefoot promptly hurried | over and into that big stump. | NOW" said he. q will live in peace for while any way"
 But first Whitefoot had to make ! his bed over. Chatterer had torn that bed all to pieces. My, n.y." said Whitefoot. what a temper that | fellow has! My, my. my, my! It's d dreadful thing to have a temper , like that" You know, Whitefoot | himself has no temper at all to amount to anything.
 It all came out just as Whitcfoot | had thought it would. Chatterer the Red Squirrel did not come back. | There were other things to take his attention. Besides, he didn't want to be where there was any chance or Terror the Goshawk coming Whitotoot himself kept watch, and . though he saw Terror several times, Terror did not see hm. No one else of whom Whitefoot was afraid came that way So he lived in peace with plenty Of food in his storehouse down in thc hollow root of the old . z. ump and nothing much 10 worry about. The result was that White foot began to grow fat. The surnst way Of getting fat is to have q peaceful mind. If you want to grow thin, worry.
 Meanwhile, Chattercr had forgot ten all about Whitefoot He had other things to think about. In the first place, one of his store houses had been discovered by some | one and broken into. It wasn't that he needed those nuts. He didn't, He had plenty Of nuts and acorns and seed stored away to last him all winter. But those nuts were his and he didn't like the idea that any one else should have them. So he started out 10 find out who had robbed his storehouse. He was sure that 1t was either his cousin, Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel, or Rusty the