He plunged in , but there was no one there . Frantically he searched , but that thicket was empty . Then he stood still and listened . Not a sound reached him . It was as still as if there were no other living things in all the Green Forest . The beautiful stranger had slipped away as silently as a shadow . All the rest of that night Lightfoot searched through the Green Forest but his search was in vain . The longing to find that beautiful stranger had become so great that he fairly ached with it . It seemed to him that until he found her he could know no happiness . CHAPTER XXXIII : A Different Game Of Hide And Seek Once more Lightfoot the Deer was playing hide and seek in the Green Forest . But it was a very different game from the one he had played just a short time before . You remember that then it had been for his life that he had played , and he was the one who had done all the hiding . Now , he was `` it '' , and some one else was doing the hiding . Instead of the dreadful fear which had filled him in that other game , he was now filled with longing , -- longing to find and make friends with the beautiful stranger of whom he had just once caught a glimpse , but of whom every day he found tracks . At times Lightfoot would lose his temper . Yes , Sir , Lightfoot would lose his temper . That was a foolish thing to do , but it seemed to him that he just could n't help it . He would stamp his feet angrily and thrash the bushes with his great spreading antlers as if they were an enemy with whom he was fighting . More than once when he did this a pair of great , soft , gentle eyes were watching him , though he did n't know it . If he could have seen them and the look of admiration in them , he would have been more eager than ever to find that beautiful stranger .
At other times XXXXX would steal about through the Green Forest as noiselessly as a shadow .
Deer Forest Lightfoot Sir XXXIII antlers day eyes one thicket