He wanted to know
every hole and every possible hiding-place all around, for it is on
such knowledge that his life depends.
When at last he returned home he was very well satisfied. "It is going
to be a good place to live," said he to himself. "There are plenty
of hiding-places and I am going to be able to find enough to eat.
It will be very nice to have Timmy the Flying Squirrel for a neighbor.
I am sure he and I will get along together very nicely. I don't
believe Shadow the Weasel, even if he should come around here, would
bother to climb up this old stub. He probably would expect to find
me living down in the ground or close to it, anyway. I certainly am
glad that I am such a good climber. Now if Buster Bear doesn't come
along in the spring and pull this old stub over, I'll have as fine a
home as any one could ask for."
And then, because happily it is the way with the little people of
the Green Forest and the Green Meadows, Whitefoot forgot all about
his terrible journey and the dreadful time he had had in finding his
new home.
CHAPTER XXI: Whitefoot Envies Timmy
A useless thing is envy;
A foolish thing to boot.
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