"What were you doing in my storehouse?"
"I -- I -- I was looking for a new home," stammered Whitefoot.
"You mean you were stealing some of my food," snapped Timmy suspiciously.
"I -- I -- I did take a few seeds because I was almost starved.
But truly I was looking for a new home," replied Whitefoot.
"What was the matter with your old home?" demanded Timmy.
Then Whitefoot told Timmy all about how he had been obliged to leave
his old home because of Shadow the Weasel, of the terrible journey
he had had, and how he didn't know where to go or what to do.
Timmy listened suspiciously at first, but soon he made up his mind
that Whitefoot was telling the truth. The mere mention of Shadow
the Weasel made him very sober.
He scratched his nose thoughtfully. "Over in that tall, dead stub
you can see from here is an old home of mine," said he. "No one
lives in it now. I guess you can live there until you can find a
better home. But remember to keep away from my storehouse."
So it was that Whitefoot found a new home.
CHAPTER XX: Whitefoot Makes Himself At Home
Look not too much on that behind
Lest to the future you be blind.
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