Whitefoot felt easier in his mind then. Timmy was so sound asleep
that he knew nothing of his visitor. And so Whitefoot felt safe in
staying long enough to get rested. Then he would go out and hunt
for another home.
So down in the middle of that soft, warm bed Timmy the Flying
Squirrel, curled up in a little round ball with his flat tail
wrapped around him, slept peacefully, and on top of that soft bed
Whitefoot the Wood Mouse rested and wondered what he should do next.
Not in all the Green Forest could two more timid little people be
found than the two in that old home of Drummer the Woodpecker.
CHAPTER XIX: Whitefoot Finds A Home At Last
True independence he has known
Whose home has been his very own.
- Whitefoot.
Curled up in his splendid warm bed, Timmy the Flying Squirrel slept
peacefully. He didn't know he had a visitor. He didn't know that
on top of that same bed lay Whitefoot the Wood Mouse. Whitefoot
wasn't asleep. No, indeed! Whitefoot was too worried to sleep.
He knew he couldn't stay in that fine house because it belonged
to Timmy.
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