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[i][=#A880D0]Hum.
Is my vision slightly blurrier than yesterday? I cannot exactly tell. But no matter! I can see well enough yet. Surely this is just a result of my age. One cannot expect to have perfect sharp eyes all through their life, now!
Today is a bright sunny day, warm and nearly hot. I can see the shade of the forest is much needed on days like this.
Hum, but look! Is that my dearest friend Queze? I see him leaping among two others whom he seems to know well. Dear me, what am I doing? I must go greet him.
He joyfully greets me back and the two others introduce themselves; the brown doe, Lemon, and the green stag, Seed. But the poor dear, feathered Lemon! She is blind.
Another strange red stag with a skull for a mask joins us in our games. We all walk backwards, passing through trees and separating from each other until we fall upon the ground, laughing and laughing. Oh, what fun! What fun it is to be with friends! Why, in my fawnhood... Hum, the only fun I ever had, really, was with myself. I did not have many friends... Especially after the floods. Then I had no friends. Ah, but then I should be even more grateful for the friends I have now, I should!
Lemon strangely disappears during our playing, however. Seed explains that she has a bad connection. "Bad connection"?...