didn't see him. That was because Farmer Brown's boy didn't move
the least bit. Whitefoot 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 woodpile. 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.

Whitefoot was working so hard and so fast to get all 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
Whitefoot 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 Whitefoot 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 woodpile. Still Farmer Brown's
boy did not move.

For two or three days the same thing happened. By this time,
Whitefoot 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 crumbs should be scattered on the ground.
Whitefoot had to come to him for his food, and always Farmer Brown's
boy had something delicious for him.