New Britain herald., 1928-03-07
By Thornton W. Burgess

W 0ot ndVte-VVu WI '"'' ''' When bees are buzzlng in <s Lie low if you would keep alive.
 --Whitefoot the Wood Mouse
 At last little Mrs. Whitefoot had rebuilt the nest in Farmer Browns beehive 10 suit her. Whitefoot couldn't see that 1t was one bit bet fer, than the nest he had butt there. No. sir. he couldn't see that that nest was one bit better. In fact, he couldn't sec that it was any different. Well" thought he, If she is satisfied l ought 10 be. But it's the last time Tll ever undertake to do anything for her. Someho" or other never can do lt right
 That beehive certainly vas very comfortable place in which to i've Mrs. Whitefoot had 10 admit that fl was all that Whitofoo' had prom iscd her it would be. It was the warmest winter home she had ever enjoyed. Every day there vas fresh meat, in the form of dead bees which had dropped from the swarm up above, right on their doorstep. so 10 speak. There were no enemies 10 be afraid of. Always wherever they had lived, there had been the fear that some day Shadow the Weasel might mako them visit. Put here they did nf fear Shadow. Yes, indeed, it was very coniort- able, place to live.
 Both Whitefoot and Mrs. White foot knew that they had no husl- rcss in there. They knew that were those bees awake and active they would not be allowed in there ono minute If the bees suspected thelr presence But as long as the cold weather lasted there was nothing 10 fear from the bees.
 It happened one day that White foot and Mrs. W hitcfoot were fast asleep in their snug nest, after hay ing been out most Of the night. By and by into their dreams there crept a. strange noise. At last Whi'etoot awoke. The noise was more than d dream. 1t was 2 loud hunmins. Al least, it sounded loud in there. Wh4tefoot polk ed Mrs. Whitefoot. Wake up, my dear. and listen.' sail he.
 Mrs Whitcfoot aHoke with a start. II wal. needless to tell her to listen. She pas doing that already. "What IS fl she asked in a startled whisper.
 Fees" whispered Whltofoot.
 What arc thcy doing7" iu- quirea little Mrs. Wuitcfoot iinf1ly
 'I don't know, but know what we're going to lo," replied White foot
 What" inquired Mrs Whl'ofoot
 "W. are going 10 remain perfectly nuIet rIglt where We are r"plieG Wlitefoot. "Wr must either do 'hd' Or mako run for 4 and stal out sjdc in the cold until thoe' bees be- come quiet again. Inn tir'd, SO In going 10 stay right here
 "But-lmt suppos' tnosa hNo' find us" whispered Mrs. Wbtrfoot
 "Thoy won't" couiidou'lv r'pii"' Whitefoot. "Tboy lou't Hk" fh' llrJ of stuff oar nest Is uado {" and tho+ ara moi lIErly 70 trF 'o f'n' 2 way int" it Sc. wr o'ar, n" ar perfectly eafo right h're- There uo.bire to worry aholrf
 "But "h4r uat'a tu ioNe bun so7 They ha, nt et'r dop@ '' j." fore -lnr, nn r9ur Hcro 10 r'". whispered Nrs WHu'too'.
 Fl must foe B "urm da}. '" piled Wh,t.foct. "Th3r must h" '' r ruug p. su,0 a a'aim day ina tha bees have naI-.nea. They prob ably think if i- .=priu@- Peep op here. my dear, and er" them @oin in and out Of that llttl" doorway Did you Cor se" such D sieht?'
 Lfttle Mrs. Whuefod adrti't" that she rry-r tld seen such
 right. and added that she diIn want to see another lino II II mad ler foo drralCnlly nervous
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