Whitefoot, A Story to Sleep To
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White Foot, The Wind Mouse by Thornton W Burgess chapter one, White Foot spends a happy winter in all his short life. White foot. The wood mouse never had spent such a happy winter. White is one of those wise little people who never allow unpleasant things of the past to spoil their present happiness and to never borrow trouble from the future. White Foot believes in getting the most from the present, the things which are past or past and that is all there is to it. There is no use in thinking about them as for the things of the future, it will be time enough to think about them when they happen. If you and I had as many things to worry about as does White foot. The wood mouse, we probably would never be happy at all. But White Foot is happy whenever he has a chance to be. And in this, he's wiser than most human beings. You see, there is not one of all of the little people in the green forest who has so many enemies to watch out for as has White Foot. There are ever so many who would like nothing better than to dine on plump, little white foot. There are Buster Bear and Billy Mink and shadow, the weasel and un Billy possum and hot the owl and all the members of the hawk family. Not to mention Blackie the crow. In times when other food is scarce. Reddy and granny fox and old man coyote are always looking for him. So you see white foot never knows that what incident he may have to run for his life. That is why he's such a timid little fellow and is always running away at the least little unexpected sound. In spite of all of this, he's a happy little chap. It was early in the winter that White Ford found a little hole in the corner of farmer Brown Sugar house and crept inside to see what it was like in there. It didn't take him long to decide that it was the most delightful place he had ever found. He promptly decided to move in and spend the winter in one end of the sugar house was a pile of wood down under this white foot made himself warm, comfortable nest. It was a regular castle to White. He moved over to the store of seeds. He had laid up for winter use. Not one of his enemies ever thought of visiting the sugar house in search of White foot and they wouldn't have been able to get in if they had when rough brother North Wind howled outside in sleet and snow were making other little people shiver. White foot was warm and comfortable. There was all the room he needed or wanted in which to run about and play. He could go outside when he chose to. But he didn't choose to very often for days at a time. He didn't have a single fright. Yes, indeed. White Foot spent a happy winter. Chapter two. White foot sees. Queer things. White had spent the winter undisturbed in Farmer Brown's sugar house. He had almost forgotten the meaning of fear. You'd come to look on that sugar houses belonging to him. It wasn't until Farmer Brown's boy came over to prepare things for sugar in that white foot got a single real freight. The instant farmer Brown's boy opened the door. White foot scampered down under the pile of wood to his snug little nest and there he lay listening to the strange sounds at last. He could no longer stand it and crept to a place where he could peep out and see what was going on. It didn't take him long to discover that this great two legged creature was not looking for him and right away, he felt better after a while. Farmer Brown's boy went away and White Foot had the little sugar house to himself again. But Farmer Brown's boy had carelessly left the door wide open. White foot didn't like that open door. It made him nervous. There was nothing to prevent those who would hunt him from walking right in. So the rest of that night, White foot felt uncomfortable and anxious. He felt still more anxious when the next day, former Brown's boy returned and became very busy putting things to write. Then Farmer Brown himself came in and strange things began to happen. It became as warm as in summer. You see, Farmer Brown had built a fire under the evaporator. White foot's curiosity kept him in a place where he could peep out and watch all that was done. He saw Farmer Brown and Farmer Brown's boy, pour pans of sap into a great pan. Buy and buy a delicious, overfilled the Sugar House. It didn't take him a great while to discover that these two legged creatures were so busy that he had nothing to fear from them. And so he crept out to watch. He saw them draw the golden syrup from one end of the evaporator and fill shining tin cans with it. Day after day, they did the same thing at night when they had left and all was quiet inside the Sugar house. Whitewood stole out and found delicious crumbs where they had eaten their lunch. He tasted that thick golden stuff and found it sweet and good. Later, he was watching them make sugar and nearly made himself sick that night when they had gone home for, they had left some of the sugar where he could get at it. He didn't understand these queer doings at all, but he was no longer afraid. Chapter three, Farmer Brown's boy becomes acquainted. It didn't take Farmer Brown's boy long to discover the white foot. The wood mouse was living in the little sugar house peacock. Glimpses of white foot peeping out at him. Now, farmer Brown's boys wise the ways of the little people of the green forest right away. He made up his mind to get acquainted with White Foot. He knew that not all in the green forest, is there a more timid little fellow than White Foot? And he thought it would be a fine thing to be able to win the confidence of such a shy little chap. So at first farmer Brown's boy paid no attention whatsoever to white foot. He took care of the white foot, shouldn't even know that he had been seen every day when he ate his lunch. Father Brown's boy scattered a lot of crumbs close to the pile of wood under which oot had made his home. Then he and former Brown would go out to collect sap when they returned. Not a crumb would be left one day. Farmer Brown's boy scattered some particularly delicious crumbs. Then instead of going out, he sat down on a bench and kept perfectly still farmer Brown and Bowser. The hound went out. Of course, Whitewood heard them go out and right away. He poked his little head out from under the pile of wood to see if the wave was clear. Farmer Brown's boy sat there right in plain sight, but oot didn't see him. That was because Farmer Brown's boy didn't move the least bit white foot ran out and at once began to eat those delicious crumbs. When he had filled his little stomach, he began to carry the remainder back to his storehouse underneath the wood pile while he was gone. On one of these trips. Farmer Brown's boy scattered more crumbs in a line that led right up to his foot right there. He placed a big piece of bread crust. White foot was working so hard and so fast to get all of those delicious bits of food that he took no notice of anything else until he reached that piece of crust. Then he happened to look up right into the eyes of Farmer Brown's boy with a frightened little squeak. White foot darted back and for a long time, he was afraid to come out again. But Farmer Brown's boy didn't move and at last white foot could stand the temptation no longer. He darted out halfway, scurried back, came out again and at last ventured right up to the crust. Then he began to drag it back to the wood pile. Still, Farmer Brown's boy did not move for two or three days. The same thing happened by this time Watford had lost all fear. He knew that farmer Brown's boy would not harm him. And it was not long before he ventured to take a bit of food from Farmer Brown's boy's hand. After that, farmer Brown's boy took care that no crumb should be scattered on the ground. White food had to come to him for his food and always farmer Brown's boy had something delicious for him.