CHAPTER XI: Jumper Is In Doubt
When doubtful what course to pursue
'Tis sometimes best to nothing do.
- Whitefoot.
Jumper the Hare was beginning to feel easier in his mind. He was no
longer shaking inside. In fact, he was beginning to feel quite safe.
There he was in plain sight of Whitey the Snowy Owl, sitting motionless
on a stump only a short distance away, yet Whitey hadn't seen him.
Whitey had looked straight at him many times, but because Jumper
had not moved so much as a hair Whitey had mistaken him for a
little heap of snow.
"All I have to do is to keep right on sitting perfectly still, and
I'll be as safe as if Whitey were nowhere about. Yes, sir, I will,"
thought Jumper. "By and by he will become tired and fly away.
I do hope he'll do that before Whitefoot comes out again.
If Whitefoot should come out, I couldn't warn him because that
would draw Whitey's attention to me, and he wouldn't look twice
at a Wood Mouse when there was a chance to get a Hare for his dinner.
"This is a queer world. It is so. Old Mother Nature does queer things.
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