By now he was getting quite excited. He was bound to find that other
Wood Mouse. Every time he heard that drumming, funny little thrills
ran all over him. He didn't know why. They just did, that was all.
He simply must find that other Wood Mouse. He forgot everything else.
He didn't even notice where he was going. He would drum, then wait
for a reply. As soon as he heard it, he would scamper in the
direction of it, and then pause to drum again. Sometimes the reply
would be very near, then again it would be so far away that a great
fear would fill Whitefoot's heart that the stranger was running away.
CHAPTER XXVI: Love Fills The Heart Of Whitefoot
Joyous all the winds that blow
To the heart with love aglow.
- Whitefoot.
It was a wonderful game of hide-and-seek that Whitefoot the Wood
Mouse was playing in the dusk of early evening. Whitefoot was "it"
all the time. That is, he was the one who had to do all the hunting.
Just who he was hunting for he didn't know. He knew it was another
Wood Mouse, but it was a stranger, and do what he would, he couldn't
get so much as a glimpse of this little stranger.
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