Then, instead of going out, he sat down on a bench and kept
perfectly still. Farmer Brown and Bowser the Hound went out.
Of course Whitefoot heard them go out, and right away he poked his
little head out from under the pile of wood to see if the way was clear.
Farmer Brown's boy sat there right in plain sight, but Whitefoot
didn't see him. That was because Farmer Brown's boy didn't move
the least bit. Whitefoot ran out and at once began to eat
those delicious crumbs. When he had filled his little stomach,
he began to carry the remainder back to his storehouse underneath
the woodpile. While he was gone on one of these trips, Farmer
Brown's boy scattered more crumbs in a line that led right up to his
foot. Right there he placed a big piece of bread crust.
Whitefoot was working so hard and so fast to get all those delicious
bits of food that he took no notice of anything else until he
reached that piece of crust. Then he happened to look up right into
the eyes of Farmer Brown's boy. With a frightened little squeak
Whitefoot darted back, and for a long time he was afraid to come out
again.
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