The baby deer took a sip of water from the river, but wasn’t paying attention and accidentally had eaten a leaf.
The leaf had fallen from upstream about six to eight miles through the straights, winds and narrows.
The baby deer ate the leaf anyways. Tasted well enough. It was now close to midnight.
The baby deer needed to hide away for a while. It was that time in the season where the deer population get ready for the spring by taking a week of rest. But the baby deer wanted to surprise the other deer. Friends, family, other deer.
But baby deer left some clues behind, just in case. Deer pebbles. Extra stompings on dirt and mud.
Oh, the season of the deer to hideaway gave the others a chance to recuerdo. And seek, if they deer’d.
To the other deer, it was just another night. But when baby deer returned, it had built a home with seventy-one branches. A few long awaited guests, and learned the ways of other creatures. Hoping to meet owls, hawks, lizards, turtles, worms. Whatever that plot of land had in its best interest.
It was a new year afterall. And the long awaited Spring gathering would be the best time to chew the fields.
Mystery