So when he awoke in the early
morning, he promptly went out for a look about and to get acquainted
with his new surroundings.
Just a little way off was the tall, dead tree in which Timmy the
Flying Squirrel had his home. Timmy was nowhere to be seen.
You see, he had been out most of the night and had gone to bed to
sleep through the day. Whitefoot thought longingly of the good
things in Timmy's storehouse in that same tree, but decided that it
would be wisest to keep away from there. So he scurried about to
see what he could find for a breakfast. It didn't take him long to
find some pine cones in which a few seeds were still clinging.
These would do nicely. Whitefoot ate what he wanted and then
carried some of them back to his new home in the tall stub.
Then he went to work to tear to pieces the old bed in there and
make it over to suit himself. It was an old bed of Timmy the
Flying Squirrel, for you know this was Timmy's old house.
Whitefoot soon had the bed made over to suit him. And when this was
done he felt quite at home. Then he started out to explore all
about within a short distance of the old stub.
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