New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1928-09-08

Where'er you 20 throughout the
land
Are enemies on every hand.
Old Mother West Wind
Whitefoot the Wood Mouse and
Mrs. Whitefoot were SO delighted
with their new home in Farmer
Browns sugar house over in the
Green Forest that they had ceased to
worry. They had almost forgotten
Yowler the Bobcat and his family.
Yes. sir. they had almost
forgotten him. For two or
three days they hardly poked
their noses outside that sugar-house.
1t was wonderful, to live without
tear. 1t was wonderful not to be
watching out for Hooty the Owl at
night and Yowler the Bobcat and
Old Man Coyote and Reddy Fox.
And, of course. while the sugar.
house wouldn't have seemed very
big to you or me, to such little peo-
pie A. Whitefoot and Mrs. White
foot 1t was very big place.
Ono night. when the moonbeams
came peeping in through the little
windows Of the sugar-house, White
foot and Mrs. Whitefoot sat debating
whether they would 60 outside. You
see they were getting little tired
of staying inside. They wanted
change. Most people want change
now and then. In fact. most people
need change now and then.
II guess" said Whitefoot, 1.-THE
only one we shall have to look out
for will be Hooty the Owl. You new
er can tell when that fellow may
come shopping around. My, what
relief it is not to have to worry
about Yowler the Bobcat."
1T wouldn't be so bad" said Mrs.
Whitefoot. IF he didn't have those
kittens. 1t was bad enough when
there was just Yowler and Mrs.
FOWLER but growing children take
q lot of food. Now that Yowler and
Mrs. FOWLER have to hunt for those
babies until the latter are big
enough to hunt for themselves it is
going to be very dangerous for all
the smaller people of the Green Fol-
est. hope when they grow up those
kittens will so off on the Big Noun
tain. We don't have to worry about
YoWler while we are here, but !
won't be real easy in my mind for
minute when we are outside
J,,h "hifafnnt
"Those Bobcats won't come around
here. I'm not afraid of them over
here"
Il am" declared little Mrs,
Whtefoot emphatically. They roam
over a lot OF the Green Forest and
row they must have to go farther
than ever. You are making a mis-
take, Whitefoot. if you think that
Just because they can't find us
where we used to be that they Will
give up looking for us
Just the same, l don't believe
they'll come over here" Whitefoot
insisted. Come on, let's go outside
for a little while anyway
Hardly were the words out of
Wnitefoot'S mouth when there was
q. soft thud on the roof of the sugar
house and TWO little hearts aim
stopped beating.
What was that?" whispered Mrs.
Whitefoot.
Whitefoot shook his head, Il
cont know" he whispered back.
'Listen!'
On the roof over their heads he
could hear soft footsteps. They knew
that they were the footsteps of
someone big None of the little folks
of the Green Forest could make
footsteps like those. There was d
rafting of the old stove pipe which
served as a chimney for the sugar
house. Did you hear that wilis
pered Mrs. Whitefoot.
Whiefoot nodded. of course
heard it, he whispered back. How
could / help but hear it. My dear /
believe you are right. | believe It Is
Yowler or Mrs. Yowier"
Mrs. Whitefoot didn't wait 10 re
ply. She started for the firebox OF