Whitefoot the Wood Mouse eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 83 pages of information about Whitefoot the Wood Mouse.

“I don’t see why we don’t make a new home altogether,” protested Whitefoot.  “It seems to me that hollow stub of mine is ever so much better than this.  That has good solid walls, and we won’t have to do a thing to it.”

“I told you once before that it doesn’t suit me for summer,” replied little Mrs. Whitefoot rather sharply, because she was beginning to lose patience.  “It will be all right for winter, but winter is a long way off.  It may suit you for summer, but it doesn’t suit me, and this place does.  So this is where we are going to live.”

“Certainly, my dear.  Certainly,” replied Whitefoot very meekly.  “If you want to live here, here we will live.  But I must confess it isn’t clear to me yet how we are going to make a decent home out of this old nest.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” replied Mrs. Whitefoot.  “You can get the material, and I’ll attend to the rest.  Let us waste no time about it.  I am anxious to get our home finished and to feel a little bit settled.  I have already planned just what has got to be done and how we will do it.  Now you go look for some nice soft, dry weed stalks and strips of soft bark, and moss and any other soft, tough material that you can find.  Just get busy and don’t stop to talk.”

Of course Whitefoot did as he was told.  He ran down to the ground and began to hunt for the things Mrs. Whitefoot wanted.  He was very particular about it.  He still didn’t think much of her idea of making over that old home of Melody’s, but if she would do it, he meant that she should have the very best of materials to do it with.

So back and forth from the ground to the old nest in the tree Whitefoot hurried, and presently there was quite a pile of weed stalks and soft grass and strips of bark in the old nest.  Mrs. Whitefoot joined Whitefoot in hunting for just the right things, but she spent more time in arranging the material.  Over that old nest she made a fine high roof.  Down through the lower side she cut a little round doorway just big enough for them to pass through.  Unless you happened to be underneath looking up, you never would have guessed there was an entrance at all.  Inside was a snug, round room, and in this she made the softest and most comfortable of beds.  As it began to look more and more like a home, Whitefoot himself became as excited and eager as Mrs. Whitefoot had been from the beginning.  “It certainly is going to be a fine home,” said Whitefoot.

“Didn’t I tell you it would be?” retorted Mrs. Whitefoot.

CHAPTER XXX:  The Whitefoots Enjoy Their New Home

   No home is ever mean or poor
   Where love awaits you at the door.
    — Whitefoot.

“There,” said Mrs. Whitefoot, as she worked a strip of white birch bark into the roof of the new home she and Whitefoot had been building out of the old home of Melody the Wood Thrush, “this finishes the roof.  I don’t think any water will get through it even in the hardest rain.”

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