Lightfoot the Deer

ack start toward the Big River for a brief visit before leaving on their long, difficult journey to the far-away Southland. F

nything like what the Ducks have to go through. If I kept my eyes and ears open, I could tell when a hunter was coming and could hide in a hole if I wanted to. I never had to worry about my meals. But with the Ducks it is a thousand times worse. They've got to eat while making that

are you talking to yours

beautiful eyes of Lightfoot the Deer gazing dow

It's worse than unfair. It does

" replied Lightfoot, "but you might tel

ey must face on their long journey to the far-away Southland and back again in the spring, all because of the heartle

eatures. I do not understand them at all. None of the people of the Green Forest would think of doing such terrible things. I suppose it is quite right to hunt others in order to get enough to eat, though I am thankful to say that I never have had to do that, but to hunt others just for the

art is all right, Lightfoot, but you are too timid and gent

the sharp points of his antlers, which people call horns, pointed straight at Peter, lifted the hair along the back of his nec

ice and leaped to one side before it entered his foo

you say I couldn't fright

rous when you point them that way. Why-why-what is that hanging to them? It looks like bits of old fur