He raced about and did all
sorts of funny things from pure joy, but he never once forgot to
watch out for danger. In fact he was more watchful than ever, for
now he was watching for Mrs. Whitefoot as well as for himself.
At last Whitefoot rather timidly suggested that they should go see
his fine home in a certain hollow stub. Mrs. Whitefoot insisted
that they should go to her home. Whitefoot agreed on condition that
she would afterwards visit his home. So together they went back to
Mrs. Whitefoot's home. Whitefoot pretended that he liked it very
much, but in his heart he thought his own home was very much better,
and he felt quite sure that Mrs. Whitefoot would agree with him once
she had seen it.
But Mrs. Whitefoot was very well satisfied with her old home and not
at all anxious to leave it. It was in an old hollow stump close to
the ground. It was just such a place as Shadow the Weasel would be
sure to visit should he happen along that way. It didn't seem at
all safe to Whitefoot. In fact it worried him. Then, too, it was
not in such a pleasant place as was his own home.
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