Hi again! xD I am here with a new question! How can the small fawns in the forest keep their pelts? Is there something that they eat, or what?

Thanks!!!
~ SQ

Click for Fews halloween/costume dressup day.

A doe walked down a hidden trail one morning, listening to the birds call overhead, enjoying the gentle fog. As she walked, she didn't realize that she had stepped into a spider's web, knocking it down with her head. Shaking her face to get the fine silk off, she then saw a little spider that looked back up at her. "Why did you destroy my home?", the spider asked.

The doe bowed her head, "I'm so sorry, I never saw it there.", she admitted.

"That's okay. I can rebuild it. But please watch where you are going next time.", the spider said, and starting over, began to create a new web. The doe stayed and watched the spider work, each string of silk being connected in a beautiful form of architecture. She reflected on the spider, who was a creature that often was feared and hated, but here was humble and determined. The doe had much more respect for spiders as the finishing touches were put onto the web.

"Oh, this is a beautiful home!", the doe said to the spider when its work was complete.

The spider rested in the center of the web and replied, "Beauty is always around us. Sometimes we just don't see it until it's too late."

big picture under the cut.

The air was moist with composted leaves and chilled by a strong wind, drenched in the formalities of a dying season. Trees quiver and bow under the pressure of rising winds, crying a echoed howl of agony through the forest. Hooves scrape at the empty ground; the soil offers nothing but dying grass. Tender roots trapped beneath frozen earth leave all with empty stomachs and hungry eyes. Heads shake with displeasure for the stark outlook of the newest season. A bitter Autumn leaves does thin and stags weary. A large stag stands out from the group, with a dark gray, nearly cobalt pelt and antlers that curved back around themselves like a intricate peice of jewelery worn by the highest nobility. With a shake of his massive head he breaks off into a sprint, passing the towering birch trees with increasing speed, past the sparkling lake whose surface glints like diamonds under the noon sun. Running past the devout followers, praying to the twin gods for good luck and plentiful grasses, past the groups of fawns dozing amoungst the tall grass or frolicking with one another. Feeling the chilled wind whip through his coat and the fresh air flowing through his lungs the proud stag couldn't of been more thankful for such a endless forest.

Okay...

1. What would be the code for changing comment font ONLY?

2. How do you make a scrollbar disappear?

3. How do I get two text boxes side by side? I can't seem to get them to stay that way! One just scoots under the other. Bleh...



I'll add more when the time comes but I'd appreciate the help ♥

Hello. I am Sentry, and I essentially guard the forest with my heart, soul, and head. I am a quick, passionate deer who takes most things personally, so watch out! If you are reading about me now, you'll know that I am slowly receding into the forest. Forever. If you don't understand, then, please. Go ahead. Ask me. My family is gone, they moved far away; The forest is as dark as it is light. Look around. The zombies are here. I must find myself again among the joy and cheer. it is time I left, for a time. I really hope everyone understands.

~SentrySeb, The guardian

I heard a tornado siren.
But it was special.
Because it was the first thing I have heard in almost a month.


But that's not the reason I really posted.

STORY TIME!

It was a doctor's regular habit to stop off at a bar for a hazelnut daiquiri on his way home and, aware of his habit, the bartender would always have the drink waiting for him at precisely 5:18 PM. One afternoon as the end of the work-day neared the bartender was dismayed to find he was out of hazelnut extract but, thinking quickly, he threw together a daiquiri made with hickory nuts and set it on the bar. The doctor came in at his regular time, took one sip of the drink, then exclaimed: "This isn't a hazelnut daiquiri", to which the bartender replied, "No, I'm sorry, it's a hickory daiquiri, doc."

Hello the endless forest community, i was wondering if any of you out there would be
kind enough to make me a signature picture to put on. I love the one i have now, but
it just doesnt fit my deer. Plz... i would really like it if any of you that is a really good
artist make me a picture for my signature pic of my deer that i've described in my blog
" bio: kails ". Thank you...