They look so Happy

I wish I were a bird

<3!

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Name: Alex
D.O.B.: Evening of 5-26-2010
Species: Goose(gosling)
Breed: Embden
Gender: male?

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The house is dark and quiet, every one is asleep. I am dreaming. In real life it's 1:59 am. In my mind im terrifide and screaming, there's this little ball. It's sitting there and suddenly theres a gun, Im holding this gun. Im gonna shoot it, im gonna practice my shot and shoot this ball. Im about to shoot it, the clock strikes 2:00 a.m, I wake up screaming. Why? For almost two months now i've had this exact dream,off and on and I allways wake up at two o'clock. I shake my head and get up knowing I won't beable to sleep any more.....

I go out that night with some friends. "Hey Ace"! Darren calls. "We where going to head up to the shooting range want to come"!? This was normal we allways whent to the Shooting range around this time. We would stand on this hill and peopl would throw or roll things at us and yell something to tell you where the item was comeing from. It helped on quick shooting. Every one eles sat behind a cement shooting wall so that we couldnt hurt them, and a forest sorounded us. I smiled, noded and we headed off. It's been about an hour seens we showed up and its my turn. I grab my small silver revolver and stand ready for items to be launched. "Disk seven o' clock"! I swivel aim and shoot , all in a matter of seconds. Only moments later I hear "Bird Four O' Clock"! Swivle, aim and shoot. "Bottle nine O' clock"! Swivle aim shoot. A few more shots I have one bulet left. I would take the next object and reload befor begining again. I wait for the call "Ball Two O' clock" Swivel,aim, shoot...almost. The ball roll s few yards off i'm pointed ready to blow a hole through it, but a the last second, befor I can, a tiny little girl in a sun dress with piggy tails bounceing, runs up and grabs the ball. I drop my gun not even lowering my arms. I had almost shot this little girl. She looks at me and gigels ,smileing her little dimpely smile ,grabs the ball and runns off singing.

how or where doyou candles because i got some but some one put other antlers on me and now they are gone.some one gave them to me can any help.i am soooo sad right now.please help !
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Chapter Four: Plots

“Coom on, ye daft munkin’, geet a move on!” Credit squawked into the fawn’s ear. The fawn had been, naturally, fairly reluctant to leave behind his mother. Wouldn’t she be worried? Wouldn’t she fret over him? Well, these questions didn’t plague the fawn’s head. He was more preoccupied with his fear of the strange birds leading him deeper into the woods.

The trio traveled on for about an hour before they stopped at nearby spring. The little fawn dunked his head into the water and opened his mouth, periodically raising his head to breath, of course. Twas the only sensible thing to do, after all. The two crows hopped about scouring the grass for insects.

“Oi, Debit, yoo sure about this?” Credit whispered to his white-tipped comrade. Debit nodded his head, “Aye, the wee hinny asn’t even got a name, and-“ he quickly stopped and shot his beak into the ground, retrieving a small, repulsive creature. He swallowed it whole. Credit respectfully waited until he was finished, and asked, “D’ye think Master Bartleby weel like im’?” Debit just looked at him and said, quite frankly, “What d’ye think, ye bluidy fyeul? Les’ keep goin’ or I’ll blaa yer lugs off!”

And with that, the two crows grabbed onto the poor fawn and led him onward. The crows thought of how much their master would enjoy this new arrival, while the soon-to-be-dubbed Turkey just watched the birds in the sky.

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Sorry for the shortness, and hooray for more bad/inconsistant accents! Wait, shouldn't I be working on that challenge? I should, shouldn't I? Aw well, might as well get to that...

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Yes, I tend to be rather sparatic with my updates, so I don't really have a set time when I update.

Haha they had a mooing contest!

Dancing is always appropriate.... Maybe not in the middle of a spar or fight... Maybe.

Ferin had a real fight not to long ago. I was afraid he might get hurt again. These fawns were just so cute it made me less worried. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you, little ones. I know there was another fawn I played with for a minute or two... I kept telling him/her to not get in the middle of the spar.


I love playing with fawns! And I actually like their silly little moo!

you didn't think I would post it HERE did you? when it's already been written up and I've already posted it? (link below)

Flame especially liked the blue deer, but wasn't sure what the deer wanted him to do.