"I've got to. I've spent a comfortable winter
here so far, but there will be no safety for me here any longer.
I don't know where to go, but anywhere will be better than here now."
Without waiting another second, Whitefoot scampered away. And how
he did hope that his scent would have disappeared by the time Shadow
returned. If it hadn't, there would be little hope for him and he
knew it.
CHAPTER XIV: Shadows Return
He little gains and has no pride
Who from his purpose turns aside.
- Whitefoot.
Shadow the Weasel believes in persistence. When he sets out to do a
thing, he keeps at it until it is done or he knows for a certainty
it cannot be done. He is not easily discouraged. This is one
reason he is so feared by the little people he delights to hunt.
They know that once he gets on their trail, they will be fortunate
indeed if they escape him.
When Whitey the Snowy Owl swooped at him and so nearly caught him,
he was not afraid as he dodged this way and that way. Any other of
the little people with the exception of his cousin, Billy Mink,
would have been frightened half to death.
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