I saw them! I saw the twins of dance! Well, I didn’t see them, but I met them! Well, I was too shy to actually approach them, but… well, you get the idea. I caught the tail end of one of their performances; I was overjoyed! One of my wishes was to see the twins in action. And even though I couldn’t see what they were up to, I’ve become rather talented at perceiving actions by listening. It’s important for me to have this skill; otherwise, I’d never know the difference between someone bowing to me, and someone lowering their antlers at me. Luckily, I’m equipped with a very vivid imagination; so I had a blast listening to the twins sing and dance.
After they left, I frolicked around with some fawns who had been watching. We probably looked ridiculous, but what do I care? I was having too much fun to care.
After that, I met a rather peculiar fellow at the playground. I was curious about him, but I was feeling rather timid. I cautiously stepped toward him, trying to keep myself from bolting. It would have been so easy to just jump down off of those rocks and gallop off; but lately I’ve been making a determined effort to be more friendly. I don’t know if anyone has noticed, but I really am trying. I don’t like to hurt the feelings of deer who try to approach me. Though it’s difficult and though it exhausts me, I have been trying to be a more social doe. So I carefully inched toward this unknown buck; something I very rarely do. I do not approach unknown males, when I’m alone. If I’m in the company of others – preferably under the watchful gaze of a familiar stag – then I will usually feel safe enough to say hello. But when I’m alone…
