He didn't dare to.
He wanted to be where at the first sign of danger he could scamper
back there to safety. Timmy would go some distance, but he was
seldom gone long. He liked to be where he could watch and talk with
Whitefoot. You see Timmy is very much like other people, -- he
likes to gossip a little.
One evening Whitefoot had found it hard work to find enough food to
fill his stomach. He had kept going a little farther and a little
farther from home. Finally he was farther from it than he had ever
been before. Timmy had filled his stomach and from near the top of
a tree was watching Whitefoot. Suddenly what seemed like a great
Black Shadow floated right over the tree in which Timmy was sitting,
and stopped on the top of a tall, dead tree. It was Hooty the Owl,
and it was simply good fortune that Timmy happened to see him.
Timmy did not move. He knew that he was safe so long as he kept
perfectly still. He knew that Hooty didn't know he was there.
Unless he moved, those great eyes of Hooty's, wonderful as they
were, would not see him.
Timmy looked over to where he had last seen Whitefoot.
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