Yesterday wasn't such a good day. In fact, it was terrible. I was feeling really lonely and sad, and I wasn't really in the mood for any company, whatsoever. Well, that isn't entirely true. There are a few deer whose company I will always enjoy, no matter what the occasion. However, though I try my best to be polite, sometimes I just don't want to make new friends. For one fawn in particular, this was especially bad news.

I don't know why he took such a liking to me; I'm not all that interesting. I'm antisocial and mildly bipolar; I'm emotionally clingy, and terribly scared of strangers. Most of the deer that might be interested in befriending me, are turned off by my elusive and cold ways; while the remaining deer are frightened away by my adopted bodyguard. Honestly, I'm not a very appealing deer. Evidently, this guy thought otherwise -- and in retrospect, I can't say that I mind.

Yesterday, I was feeling especially forlorn over my orphaned situation. I don't know why, it just sort of crept up on me. I felt so alone in the world, so unwanted. I guess everyone goes through a phase like that, at some point in time. But yesterday, I just... I don't know. I felt terrible.

I spent the majority of the day with the phantom. He understands my desire for solitude, for the most part. While I know it probably isn't a good idea to feed my insecurity, I frankly don't care. I would rather be alone with him, then have to face the world -- no matter if that makes me an unfriendly old hobbit, in the long run.

It seems that we occasionally get ourselves into rather curious predicaments -- situations which would be mundane, to other deer. Somehow, during one of our runs through the forest, we found ourselves in the midst of several deer. This might have been okay, if it weren't for two things. For one thing, it was early in the day, and I was in desperate need of some solitude. I just wanted to be alone. For another thing, the deer were intensely intrigued by the phantom and I. Everywhere we turned, there were deer nuzzling us, rubbing up against us, and otherwise throwing us miles away from our usual comfort zones.

So, I ran.

The phantom ran with me; followed by two of the fawns that had been sticking particularly close to us. We tried for quite some time to shake them off our trail, but they were stubborn little things. The phantom lowered his antlers at the fawns, trying to shoo them away. This frightened them, but they were otherwise undeterred.



Eventually, we lost one of the fawns -- but the remaining fawn refused to give up. I hid behind the phantom's enormous body as he pawed the ground and lowered his antlers, trying to tell the remaining fawn to bug off, for a while. Eventually, the fawn got the idea, and began to retreat, looking quite miserable. I felt terrible, watching the heart-broken little fawn sulk off, so I cautiously crept up to him, and gave him a tentative nuzzle. Now that there weren't so many deer around, I was beginning to feel a lot less antisocial. The fawn brightened a little. I told him not to be sad, feeling quite proud of myself for using such a complex sentence. Then I introduced him to the phantom. The phantom, sensing that we were no longer in any danger, had laid down near a tree, watching our antics. I told the fawn that the phantom was my best friend, but that he shouldn't get too close. The fawn got too close, anyway.



We played for quite some time, and I did have a lot of fun. The fawn said his name was Dynamite. I did enjoy his company for quite a while -- though once, he did make some rather threatening moves, and the phantom charged in to shoo him away. I don't think the fawn quite understood what was going on; I was just glad to have the phantom there, protecting me. Even if the perceived danger wasn't really dangerous at all.

At any rate, I soon grew tired of so much social interaction, and said my goodbye to the fawn. It took a while for him to get the message, but eventually he understood that I was attempting to politely say goodbye, so that I might be able to be alone. He ran off to join a rather large cluster of larger deer, and I was finally left alone, with the phantom.



Anyway, that's mainly all that happened yesterday. As far as I can remember, anyway -- I didn't write a journal yesterday, so my memory may be a bit skewed.

The one thing I do remember, is that yesterday, many of my friends knew that I was feeling down. I spent the majority of the day sleeping, after my adventure with the phantom; and every so often I would awaken from my sleepy slumber, to find various friends laying nearby, keeping me company. Each time, I felt a little better. I began to realize that I'm not so alone, after all. I don't need a mom and dad; I have my family, right here. And I wouldn't trade them for the world.




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Jan 10.

Today, I was feeling so much better. I awoke to the most startling thing -- a rather large-sized group of deer in the forest. Given that it was so early in the morning, I didn't expect to see so many deer. I joined them -- tentative, at first -- in their relatively good-sized line dance.



Then, all of the sudden, there were 20 or so deer joining in the dance, all lined up!



Eventually, we decided to spice things up, and we all re-lined up, into a conga line!



I could not believe how many deer were dancing, all at once!



Then, the leader of the line began to slowly walk forward. Everyone began to march through the forest, in a single line! It was incredible. Somewhere along the way, we got all messed up -- and that's when all hell broke loose.



I thought I'd only see so many deer running and jumping around at an abio! After that, I went and joined a group of fawns. They were all gathered 'round Zerg, dancing. I joined them for a while, and then we played a game of simon says! I've never had so much fun!



After that, we had fun playing for a while; doing silly things in the trees, and the like.



After that, I met up with Dynamite, again. He is a really nice fellow, though he insists on being rather close to me.



When it all comes down to it, it's a good thing he's such a stubborn little fawn. I'm glad to call him my friend, after all.

I'll write more about today's antics, later.

Love,
Lemon