With his delicate nostrils he tested the wandering little Night Breezes for a stray whiff of scent to tell him which way to go . But there was no sound and the wandering little Night Breezes told him nothing . Lightfoot followed the dainty footprints up the bank . There they disappeared , for the ground was hard . Lightfoot paused , undecided which way to go . CHAPTER XXXII : Lightfoot Sees The Stranger Lightfoot the Deer was unhappy . It was a strange unhappiness , an unhappiness such as he had never known before . You see , he had discovered that there was a stranger in the Green Forest , a stranger of his own kind , another Deer . He knew it by dainty footprints in the mud along the Laughing Brook and on the edge of the pond of Paddy the Beaver . He knew it by other signs which he ran across every now and then . But search as he would , he was unable to find that newcomer . He had searched everywhere but always he was just too late . The stranger had been and gone . Now there was no anger in Lightfoot 's desire to find that stranger . Instead , there was a great longing . 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 XXXXX , a strange feeling swept over him .
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