He
really didn't know what to make of it. The nearest tree to the one
from which Timmy had jumped was so far away that it didn't seem
possible any one without wings could reach it without first going to
the ground.
"Oh!" squeaked Whitefoot. "Oh! he'll kill himself! He surely
will kill himself! He'll break his neck!" But Timmy did nothing of
the kind. He sailed down, down, down and alighted on that distant
tree a foot or two from the bottom; and without stopping a second
scampered up to the top of that tree and once more jumped.
Whitefoot had hard work to believe his own eyes. Timmy seemed to be
jumping just for the pleasure of it. As a matter of fact, he was.
He was getting his evening exercise.
Whitefoot sighed. "I wish I could jump like that," said he to himself.
"I wouldn't ever be afraid of anybody if I could jump like that.
I envy Timmy. I do so."
CHAPTER XXII: Timmy Proves To Be A True Neighbor
He proves himself a neighbor true
Who seeks a kindly deed to do.
- Whitefoot.
Occasionally Timmy the Flying Squirrel came over to visit Whitefoot.
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