Looknottoomuchonthatbehind Lesttothefutureyoubeblind. Whitefootdidn’twaittobetoldtwiceofthatemptyhouse. HethankedTimmyandthenscamperedovertothatstubasfastashislegswouldtakehim. Upthestubheclimbed,andnearthetophefoundalittleroundhole. Timmyhadsaidnoonewaslivingtherenow,andsoWhitefootdidn’thesitatetopopinside. Therewasevenabedinthere.Itwasanoldbed,butitwasdryandsoft. Itwasquiteclearthatnoonehadbeeninthereforalongtime. Withalittlesighofpurehappiness,Whitefootcurledupinthatbedforthesleephesomuchneeded. Hisstomachwasfull,andoncemorehefeltsafe. Theveryfactthatthiswasanoldhouseinwhichnoonehadlivedforalongtimemadeitsafer. WhitefootknewthatthosewholivedinthatpartoftheGreenForestprobablyknewthatnoonelivedinthatoldstub,andsonoonewaslikelytovisitit. Hewassotiredthathesleptallnight. Whitefootisoneofthosewhosleepswhenhefeelssleepy,whetheritbebydayornight. Heprefersthenighttobeoutandaboutin,becausehefeelssaferthen,butheoftencomesoutbyday. Sowhenheawokeintheearlymorning,hepromptlywentoutforalookaboutandtogetacquaintedwithhisnewsurroundings. Justalittlewayoffwasthetall,deadtreeinwhichTimmytheFlyingSquirrelhadhishome.Timmywasnowheretobeseen. Yousee,hehadbeenoutmostofthenightandhadgonetobedtosleepthroughtheday. WhitefootthoughtlonginglyofthegoodthingsinTimmy’sstorehouseinthatsametree,butdecidedthatitwouldbewisesttokeepawayfromthere. Sohescurriedabouttoseewhathecouldfindforabreakfast. Itdidn’ttakehimlongtofindsomepineconesinwhichafewseedswerestillclinging.Thesewoulddonicely. Whitefootatewhathewantedandthencarriedsomeofthembacktohisnewhomeinthetallstub. Thenhewenttoworktoteartopiecestheoldbedinthereandmakeitovertosuithimself.ItwasanoldbedofTimmytheFlyingSquirrel,foryouknowthiswasTimmy’soldhouse. Whitefootsoonhadthebedmadeovertosuithim. Andwhenthiswasdonehefeltquiteathome. Thenhestartedouttoexploreallaboutwithinashortdistanceoftheoldstub. Hewantedtoknoweveryholeandeverypossiblehiding-placeallaround,foritisonsuchknowledgethathislifedepends. Whenatlasthereturnedhomehewasverywellsatisfied. “Itisgoingtobeagoodplacetolive,”saidhetohimself. “Thereareplentyofhiding-placesandIamgoingtobeabletofindenoughtoeat. ItwillbeverynicetohaveTimmytheFlyingSquirrelforaneighbor. IamsureheandIwillgetalongtogetherverynicely. Idon’tbelieveShadowtheWeasel,evenifheshouldcomearoundhere,wouldbothertoclimbupthisoldstub. Heprobablywouldexpecttofindmelivingdowninthegroundorclosetoit,anyway. IcertainlyamgladthatIamsuchagoodclimber. NowifBusterBeardoesn’tcomealonginthespringandpullthisoldstubover,I’llhaveasfineahomeasanyonecouldaskfor.” Andthen,becausehappilyitisthewaywiththelittlepeopleoftheGreenForestandtheGreenMeadows,Whitefootforgotallabouthisterriblejourneyandthedreadfultimehehadhadinfindinghisnewhome. 
