- Whitefoot.
Jumper the Hare sat crouched at the foot of a tree in the Green Forest.
Had you happened along there, you would not have seen him. At least,
I doubt if you would. If you had seen him, you probably wouldn't
have known it. You see, in his white coat Jumper was so exactly
the color of the snow that he looked like nothing more than
a little heap of snow.
Just in front of Juniper was a little round hole. He gave it no
attention. It didn't interest him in the least. All through the
Green Forest were little holes in the snow. Jumper was so used to
them that he seldom noticed them. So he took no notice of this one
until something moved down in that hole. Jumper's eyes opened a
little wider and he watched. A sharp little face with very bright
eyes filled that little round hole. Jumper moved just the tiniest
bit, and in a flash that sharp little face with the bright eyes
disappeared. Jumper sat still and waited. After a long wait the
sharp little face with bright eyes appeared again. "Don't be
frightened, Whitefoot," said Jumper softly. At the first word the
sharp little face disappeared, but in a moment it was back, and the
sharp little eyes were fixed on Jumper suspiciously.
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