For the first time in his life Lightfoot felt lonely . So he hunted and hunted and was unhappy . He lost his appetite . He slept little . He roamed about uneasily , looking , listening , testing every Merry Little Breeze , but all in vain . Then , one never-to-be-forgotten night , as he drank at the Laughing Brook , a strange feeling swept over him . It was the feeling of being watched . Lightfoot lifted his beautiful head and a slight movement caught his quick eye and drew it to a thicket not far away . The silvery light of gentle Mistress Moon fell full on that thicket , and thrust out from it was the most beautiful head in all the Great World . At least , that is the way it seemed to Lightfoot , though to tell the truth it was not as beautiful as his own , for it was uncrowned by antlers . For a long minute Lightfoot stood gazing . A pair of wonderful , great , soft eyes gazed back at him . Then that beautiful head disappeared . With a mighty bound , Lightfoot cleared the Laughing Brook and rushed over to the thicket in which that beautiful head had disappeared . 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 XXXXX searched through the Green Forest but his search was in vain .
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