He didn't intend
to make the mistake of going into another house where some one might
be living.
At last, sure that there was no one in there, he crept in. Then he
made a discovery. There were beech nuts in there and there were seeds.
It was a storehouse! Whitefoot knew at once that it must be Timmy's
storehouse. Right away he realized how very, very hungry he was.
Of course, he had no right to any of those seeds or nuts. Certainly not!
That is, he wouldn't have had any right had he been a boy or girl.
But it is the law of the Green Forest that whatever any one finds he
may help himself to if he can.
So Whitefoot began to fill his empty little stomach with some of those
seeds. He ate and ate and ate and quite forgot all his troubles.
Just as he felt that he hadn't room for another seed, he heard the
sound of claws outside on the trunk of the tree. In a flash he knew
that Timmy the Flying Squirrel was awake, and that it wouldn't do to
be found in there by him. In a jiffy Whitefoot was outside. He was
just in time. Timmy was almost up to the entrance.
"Hi, there!" cried Timmy.
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