He had chuckled long and heartily.
"If they make that mistake," said he to himself, "everybody else is
likely to make it. That home of ours is right in plain sight, yet I
do believe it is safer than the best hidden home I ever had before.
Shadow the Weasel never will think of climbing up this little tree
to look at an old nest, and Shadow is the one I am most afraid of."
It was only a day or two later that Buster Bear happened along that
way. Now Buster is very fond of tender Wood Mouse. More than once
Whitefoot had had a narrow escape from Buster's big claws as they
tore open an old stump or dug into the ground after him. He saw
Buster glance up at the new home without the slightest interest in
those shrewd little eyes of his. Then Buster shuffled on to roll
over an old log and lick up the ants he found under it. Again
Whitefoot chuckled. "Yes, sir," said he. "It is the safest home I
've ever had."
So Whitefoot and little Mrs. Whitefoot were very happy in the home
which they had built, and for once in his life Whitefoot did very
little worrying. Life seemed more beautiful than it had ever been
before.
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