It was clear to him that there was a stranger in the Green Forest , and somehow he did n't resent it in the least . In fact , he was glad . He could n't have told why , but it was true . Lightfoot put his nose to the footprints and sniffed of them . Even had he not known by looking at those prints that they had been made by a stranger , his nose would have told him this . A great longing to find the maker of those footprints took possession of him . He lifted his handsome head and listened for some slight sound which might show that the stranger was near . 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 XXXXX 's desire to find that stranger .
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