Pity those who suffer fright
In the dark and stilly night.
--Whitefoot.

One night of his life Whitefoot will never forget so long as he lives.
Even now it makes him shiver just to think of it. Yes, sir, he shivers
even now whenever he thinks of that night. The Black Shadows had come
early that evening, so that it was quite dusk when Whitefoot crept out
of his snug little bed and climbed up to the round hole which was the
doorway of his home. He had just poked his nose out that little round
doorway when there was the most terrible sound. It seemed to him as if
it was in his very ears, so loud and terrible was it. It frightened him
so that he simply let go and tumbled backward down inside his house. Of
course it didn't hurt him any, for he landed on his soft bed.

"Whooo-hoo-hoo, whooo-hoo!" came that terrible sound again, and
Whitefoot shook until his little teeth rattled. At least, that is the
way it seemed to him. It was the voice of Hooty the Owl, and Whitefoot
knew that Hooty was sitting on the top of that very stub. He was, so to
speak, on the roof of Whitefoot's house.

Now in all the Green Forest there is no sound that strikes terror to
the hearts of the little people of feathers and fur equal to the hunting
call of Hooty the Owl. Hooty knows this. No one knows it better than he
does. That is why he uses it. He knows that many of the little people
are asleep, safely hidden away. He knows that it would be quite useless
for him to simply look for them. He would starve before he could find
a dinner in that way. But he knows that any one wakened from sleep
in great fright is sure to move, and if they do this they are almost
equally sure to make some little sound. His ears are so wonderful that
they can catch the faintest sound and tell exactly where it comes from.
So he uses that terrible hunting cry to frighten the little people and
make them move.

Now Whitefoot knew that he was safe. Hooty couldn't possibly get at him,
even should he find out that he was in there. There was nothing to fear,
but just the same, Whitefoot shivered and shook and jumped almost out of
his skin every time that Hooty hooted. He just couldn't help it.

"He can't get me. I know he can't get me. I'm perfectly safe. I'm just
as safe as if he were miles away. There's nothing to be afraid of. It is
silly to be afraid. Probably Hooty doesn't even know I am inside here.
Even if he does, it doesn't really matter." Whitefoot sai