So he proceeded to rearrange his nest and to put all his supplies
of food in one corner of the old box. When everything was placed
to suit him he ventured out, for now that he no longer feared
Farmer Brown's boy he wanted to see all that was going on. He liked
to jump up on the bench where Farmer Brown's boy sometimes sat.
He would climb up to where Farmer Brown's boy's coat hung and explore
the pockets of it. Once he stole Farmer Brown's boy's handkerchief.
He wanted it to add to the material his nest was made of.
Farmer Brown's boy discovered it just as it was disappearing, and how
he laughed as he pulled it away.

So, what with eating and sleeping and playing about, secure in the
feeling that no harm could come to him, Whitefoot was happier than
ever before in his little life. He knew that Farmer Brown's boy and
Farmer Brown and Bowser the Hound were his friends. He knew, too,
that so long as they were about, none of his enemies would dare come
near. This being so, of course there was nothing to be afraid of.
No harm could possibly come to him. At least, that is what
Whitefoot thought.

But you know, enemies are not the only dangers to watch out for.
Accidents will happen. When they do happen, it is very likely to
be when the possibility of them is farthest from your thoughts.
Almost always they are due to heedlessness or carelessness.
It was heedlessness that got Whitefoot into one of the worst mishaps
of his whole life.

He had been running and jumping all around the inside of the little
sugar-house. He loves to run and jump, and he had been having just