But Farmer Brown's boy didn't move, and at last Whitefoot could
stand the temptation no longer. He darted out halfway, scurried
back, came out again, and at last ventured right up to the crust.
Then he began to drag it back to the woodpile. Still Farmer Brown's
boy did not move.
For two or three days the same thing happened. By this time,
Whitefoot had lost all fear. He knew that Farmer Brown's boy would
not harm him, and it was not long before he ventured to take a bit
of food from Farmer Brown's boy's hand. After that Farmer Brown's
boy took care that no crumbs should be scattered on the ground.
Whitefoot had to come to him for his food, and always Farmer Brown's
boy had something delicious for him.
CHAPTER IV: Whitefoot Grows Anxious
'Tis sad indeed to trust a friend
Then have that trust abruptly end.
- Whitefoot
I know of nothing that is more sad than to feel that a friend is
no longer to be trusted. There came a time when Whitefoot the
Wood Mouse almost had this feeling. It was a very, very anxious time
for Whitefoot.
You see, Whitefoot and Farmer Brown's boy had become the very best
of friends there in the little sugar-house.
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