It was then that Whitefoot began to grow anxious. It was then
he realized that that pile of wood was growing smaller and smaller,
and if it kept on growing smaller, by and by there wouldn't
be any pile of wood and his little home wouldn't be hidden at all.
Of course Whitefoot didn't understand why that wood was slipping away.
In spite of himself he began to grow suspicious. He couldn't think
of any reason why that wood should be taken away, unless it was
to look for his little home. Farmer Brown's boy was just as
kind and friendly as ever, but all the time more and more light
crept in, as the wood vanished.

"Oh dear, what does it mean?" cried Whitefoot to himself.
"They must be looking for my home, yet they have been so good to me
that it is hard to believe they mean any harm. I do hope they will stop
taking this wood away. I won't have any hiding-place at all, and
then I will have to go outside back to my old home in the hollow stump.
I don't want to do that. Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I was so happy
and now I am so worried! Why can't happy times last always?"



CHAPTER V: The End Of Whitefoot's Worries

You never can tell! You never can tell!
Things going wrong will often end well.
- Whitefoot.

The next time you meet him just ask Whitefoot if this isn't so.
Things had been going very wrong for Whitefoot. It had begun to