Yes, sir,
something very strange happened to Whitefoot. All in a flash he
felt better. At first he didn't know why. He just did, that was all.
Without thinking what he was doing, he began to drum himself. Then
he listened. At first he heard nothing. Then, soft and low, came
that drumming sound again. Whitefoot replied to it. All the time
he kept feeling better. He ran a little nearer to the place from
which that drumming sound had come and then once more drummed.
At first he got no reply.
Then in a few minutes he heard it again, only this time it came from
a different place. Whitefoot became quite excited. He knew that
that drumming was done by another Wood Mouse, and all in a flash it
came over him what had been the matter with him.
"I have been lonely!" exclaimed Whitefoot. "That is all that has
been the trouble with me. I have been lonely and didn't know it.
I wonder if that other Wood Mouse has felt the same way."
Again he drummed and again came that soft reply. Once more
Whitefoot hurried in the direction of it, and once more he was
disappointed when the next reply came from a different place.
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