“Hi, there!” cried Timmy.  “What were you doing in my storehouse?”

“I —­ I —­ I was looking for a new home,” stammered Whitefoot.

“You mean you were stealing some of my food,” snapped Timmy suspiciously.

“I —­ I —­ I did take a few seeds because I was almost starved.  But truly I was looking for a new home,” replied Whitefoot.

“What was the matter with your old home?” demanded Timmy.

Then Whitefoot told Timmy all about how he had been obliged to leave his old home because of Shadow the Weasel, of the terrible journey he had had, and how he didn’t know where to go or what to do.  Timmy listened suspiciously at first, but soon he made up his mind that Whitefoot was telling the truth.  The mere mention of Shadow the Weasel made him very sober.

He scratched his nose thoughtfully.  “Over in that tall, dead stub you can see from here is an old home of mine,” said he.  “No one lives in it now.  I guess you can live there until you can find a better home.  But remember to keep away from my storehouse.”

So it was that Whitefoot found a new home.

CHAPTER XX:  Whitefoot Makes Himself At Home

   Look not too much on that behind
   Lest to the future you be blind.
     — Whitefoot.

Whitefoot didn’t wait to be told twice of that empty house.  He thanked Timmy and then scampered over to that stub as fast as his legs would take him.  Up the stub he climbed, and near the top he found a little round hole.  Timmy had said no one was living there now, and so Whitefoot didn’t hesitate to pop inside.

There was even a bed in there.  It was an old bed, but it was dry and soft.  It was quite clear that no one had been in there for a long time.  With a little sigh of pure happiness, Whitefoot curled up in that bed for the sleep he so much needed.  His stomach was full, and once more he felt safe.  The very fact that this was an old house in which no one had lived for a long time made it safer.  Whitefoot knew that those who lived in that part of the Green Forest probably knew that no one lived in that old stub, and so no one was likely to visit it.

He was so tired that he slept all night.  Whitefoot is one of those who sleeps when he feels sleepy, whether it be by day or night.  He prefers the night to be out and about in, because he feels safer then, but he often comes out by day.  So when he awoke in the early morning, he promptly went out for a look about and to get acquainted with his new surroundings.

Just a little way off was the tall, dead tree in which Timmy the Flying Squirrel had his home.  Timmy was nowhere to be seen.  You see, he had been out most of the night and had gone to bed to sleep through the day.  Whitefoot thought longingly of the good things in Timmy’s storehouse in that same tree, but decided that it would be wisest to keep away from there.  So he scurried about to see what he could find for a breakfast.  It didn’t take him long to find some pine cones in which a few seeds were still clinging.  These would do nicely.  Whitefoot ate what he wanted and then carried some of them back to his new home in the tall stub.