Okay...I don't know too much about Walter, but I'll try and write this based upon what Twenty-One told me and what I already knew of Walter. This will not include his retirement, for I have a special plan for that poem :3

Is there anything about him that I missed? I don't know for sure...I wasn't around during his time.

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Hooves clacked peaceful in their places
Never scenting harmful faces
Polite always, forever caring
Kind and sweet and never daring

Leaves are rustling, hear them quick
Look behind you...NOT, a trick
And muds hide now your new-cast pelt,
"That Walter fawn...he's such a weldt!"

He grows up quick from flinging mud
With not but wildness in his blood
And flaming hooves, so queer and gay*
The fawn turns stag, a fateful day

They knew his name, they knew his scent
They ran away from where he went
And little fawns in dappled coats
Followed him, and took mental notes

He rose up high, was known down low
He tormented and snickered so
For it was all but fun and game
For the bullying stag, Walter, by name

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* referring to the old definitions of the terms...queer being strange, gay being happy. Since he was strange to the peaceful deer of the forest, being quite the bully himself, and gay because...well, didn't he enjoy it?

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Hehe, I used a more predictable rhyme scheme this time.

I hope Walter approves...

If anyone sees any faults in the history, please tell me :3 And yes, I know it is incomplete.