“A beautiful day…” the young doe murmured to herself before grabbing another bite of the sweet spring grass. Her companion, another doe in the prime of life, simply replied, “Isn’t it, though?”
The two strolled about as they ate, not really paying any mind to their surroundings as they moved through the brush and thickets. After a little while, they passed the location where our Turkey had met Master Bartleby. Of course they stopped for a drink at the little brook as well, chatting all the way.
They continued on for a little while before the sharp, raspy call of a crow interrupted their conversation. The two does stiffened and immediately snuffed the air and looked about them. After a few tense moments, they relaxed and continued their walk, glaring all the way at the strange, white-beaked crow that had made the false alarm.
It was then that one of the does stopped and stared at one of the trees. Her companion halted as well, staring open-mouthed at their new finding.
There were indents and rubbing marks in the bark of the tree. That could only mean that there was a buck around, shedding the velvet lining off of his new antlers.
The two does, who had both been searching for mates, nearly squealed with girlish delight. They sniffed around the tree and after finding a scent, pursued the new target.
They saw him after coming out into a new clearing. He was casually grazing about in the open. His sharp scent penetrated the doe’s nostrils, making them swoon with profound ecstasy. “Oh, look at those antlers!” one of them said, her whole body shivering with arousal. Indeed, the buck’s rack was more than a little impressive. The massive antlers nearly reached four feet in height and exceeded three feet in length each. Truly a fine specimen!
“Oh, his pelt! Look at that pelt!” the other exclaimed eagerly. The buck’s pelt was a shaggy sort. Long, clean hairs nearly touched the ground.
