Like many fawns, Lily appeared in the endless forest without a mother or father, a strange phenomenon that still confuses many here. And like many, she wandered until she meet others. Yet, instead of open 'arms' and a greeting, she was confronted with looks of disgust and pity. The fawn was small, green, hairy and was drenched. Instead of appearing in a bed of flowers or under a tree; Lily appeared inside the pound. Having the paddle her way to shore; the tiny thing looked like something that was better off in the pound with the frogs and fish.

Now, this was a time when deer looked like deer and what wasn't a deer wasn't a deer. For that very reason, Lily was shunned and teased. Doe's and Bucks would chase her away from their own fawns, not sure what to make of her.

Lily learned to stay in the pound. Where she belonged.


. . . . till now.