|Once there was a fawn, inexperienced in the way of the world.
She was skipping happily to and fro, grazing a little, meeting beetles
and dragonflies. Checking for mom and auntie ever so often.
When suddenly …
|MOM, what is that upright thing over there?
It clicks and sparkles …
She must be the devil herself. St. Hubertus help us now!
|It’s a female human, little one. They often scare us and they’re
most dangerous, when they carry long sticks that explode.
|Really, ma’am, you look horrible, where’s your fur?
Pink and shiny like that, of course you scared that infant.
You could at least have offered some old bread.
No manners, these humans.