New Britain herald., 1928-09-05
There's danger lurking by the way or those who travel night or day.
 -Old Mother West Wind

Having made up their minds that ,o long as Fowler the Bobcat and Mrs, Yowler had two kittens in the Green Forest for whom to hunt, the safest place for themselves would be inside Farmer Browns sugar house, Whitefoot the Wood Mouse and Mrs. Whitefoot wasted no time in starting. It was quite journey for such little people from where they were then living. Yes. sir. 1t was quite journey.
 "Well 50 in the daytime instead of at night" said Mrs. Whitefoot.
 Whitefoot looked at her doubtful ly. "Why, my dear? Why:" he asked.
 Because" replied Mrs. Whitefoot, ''those Bobcats are out at nights and sleep in the daytime. That is, they sleep most of the day. They don't do | great deal of hunting in the daytime
 But you know, my dear" said Whitefoot, i've always feel safer at night than in the daytime"
 "Yes," replied Mrs. Whitefoot. "but in this case 1t Is different. If Fowler and Mrs. Fowler hunt all night they won't be likely to be roaming around after jolly, round. bright Mir. Sun is up in the blue. blue sky. So that is when we will travel.''
 So it was that the next morning when the Jolly Little Sunbeams were dancing all through the Green For est Whitefoot and Mrs. Whitefoot started off. One right at the heels of the other they. would run swiftly from one bit of cover to another Then they would sit for few min- utes, with their little hearts going pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat. while they looked and listened for possible enemies. Once they had a terrible fright. It was Buster Bear who came shuffling along and almost stepped on them. It was good thing that Buster wasn't hunting just then. It was also q good thing that there wasn't breath of air stirring. So it was that he didn't smell them. But those two little mice were as frightened as two mice could be.
 At last they reached the sugar house. Whitefoot knew all about it.. He knew just how to get into it.. Once inside they sighed thankfully. They knew that in there not even hA ne ha poL Co, ;J., could get at them. Whitefoot had lived there once upon time. He knew every nook and cranny. Mrs Whitefoot never had been in there and naturally she was full of curi- osity. She ran all over 1t. She peered until Whitefoot almost lost patience with her
 Its wonderful said she. Its wonderful. I don't know why we didn't move over here long ago. There is everything a mouse could want
 Excepting food" put in White foot
 How about this?'' asked Mrs. Whltefoot. pointing to some oatmeal that had been spilled on shelf. "I have an idea that that box is full of this. It won't take us long to find out
 Mrs. Whteioot went to work with her sharp little teeth on a corner of a pasteboard box. In few mo- ments she had a little hole and out poured more oatmeal. What did l tell you?" said she. We can live without ever going out. if we have to. Anyway. We can for a while Now we'll make a nest and make our selves at home"
 Where are we going 10 put that nest?" inquired Whitefoot
 T don't know yet. but we'll look around" replied Mrs Whitefoot And right away began house. hunt ing inside q house.
 (Copyright 1928. by T. W. Burgess
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