The great stag had a fine set of antlers. Once he had been leader of the deer, but he had lost one eye in a fight, so now he must live alone on the edge of the forest. He knew he must keep watch for the fields from the village," he thought, "not through the woods." So with his good eye he always watched the fields, not the trees behind him . But he was wrong . The hunters were cunning, and they crept silently through the forest. One day, there was a single shot, the great stag fell dead and the hunters took his antlers.