’Tissadindeedtotrustafriend Thenhavethattrustabruptlyend. Iknowofnothingthatismoresadthantofeelthatafriendisnolongertobetrusted. TherecameatimewhenWhitefoottheWoodMousealmosthadthisfeeling. Itwasavery,veryanxioustimeforWhitefoot. Yousee,WhitefootandFarmerBrown’sboyhadbecometheverybestoffriendsthereinthelittlesugar-house. TheyhadbecomesuchgoodfriendsthatWhitefootdidnothesitatetotakefoodfromthehandsofFarmerBrown’sboy. Neverinallhislifehadhehadsomuchtoeatorsuchgoodthingstoeat. Hewasgettingsofatthathishandsomelittlecoatwasuncomfortablytight. HeranaboutfearlesslywhileFarmerBrownandFarmerBrown’sboyweremakingmaplesyrupandmaplesugar. HehadevenlosthisfearofBowsertheHound,forBowserhadpaidnoattentiontohimwhatever. NowyourememberthatWhitefoothadmadehishomewaydownbeneaththegreatpileofwoodinthesugar-house. OfcourseFarmerBrownandFarmerBrown’sboyusedthatwoodforthefiretoboilthesaptomakethesyrupandsugar. Whitefootthoughtnothingofthisuntilonedayhediscoveredthathislittlehomewasnolongerasdarkasithadbeen. Alittlerayoflightcreptdownbetweenthesticks. Presentlyanotherlittlerayoflightcreptdownbetweenthesticks. ItwasthenthatWhitefootbegantogrowanxious. Itwasthenherealizedthatthatpileofwoodwasgrowingsmallerandsmaller,andifitkeptongrowingsmaller,byandbytherewouldn’tbeanypileofwoodandhislittlehomewouldn’tbehiddenatall. OfcourseWhitefootdidn’tunderstandwhythatwoodwasslippingaway. Inspiteofhimselfhebegantogrowsuspicious. Hecouldn’tthinkofanyreasonwhythatwoodshouldbetakenaway,unlessitwastolookforhislittlehome. FarmerBrown’sboywasjustaskindandfriendlyasever,butallthetimemoreandmorelightcreptin,asthewoodvanished. “Ohdear,whatdoesitmean?”criedWhitefoottohimself. “Theymustbelookingformyhome,yettheyhavebeensogoodtomethatitishardtobelievetheymeananyharm. Idohopetheywillstoptakingthiswoodaway. Iwon’thaveanyhiding-placeatall,andthenIwillhavetogooutsidebacktomyoldhomeinthehollowstump.Idon’twanttodothat.Oh,dear!Oh,dear!IwassohappyandnowIamsoworried!Whycan’thappytimeslastalways?” 
