After a long
stare the suspicion left them, and out of the little round hole came
trim little Whitefoot in a soft brown coat with white waistcoat and
with white feet and a long, slim tail. This winter he was not
living in Farmer Brown's sugarhouse.
"Gracious, Jumper, how you did scare me!" said he.
Jumper chuckled. "Whitefoot, I believe you are more timid than I am,"
he replied.
"Why shouldn't I be? I'm ever so much smaller, and I have more enemies,"
retorted Whitefoot.
"It is true you are smaller, but I am not so sure that you have more
enemies," replied Jumper thoughtfully. "It sometimes seems to me that
I couldn't have more, especially in winter."
"Name them," commanded Whitefoot.
"Hooty the Great Horned Owl, Yowler the Bob Cat, Old Man Coyote,
Reddy Fox, Terror the Goshawk, Shadow the Weasel, Billy Mink."
Jumper paused.
"Is that all?" demanded Whitefoot.
"Isn't that enough?" retorted Jumper rather sharply.
"I have all of those and Blacky the Crow and Butcher the Shrike and
Sammy Jay in winter, and Buster Hear and Jimmy Skunk and several of
the Snake family in summer," replied Whitefoot.
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