Chenaniah's ear twitched and he slowly awoke. His eyes blinked drearily. A strange feeling was in the air. It was too busy. The birds were too excited. Why would...
The Epiphany! He remembered now. Today the twin gods would visit the forest. Today they would perform!
Chenan eagerly arose and trotted toward the statues. Then he stopped. Deer. Far too many deer.
Of course there would be a party. He was, after all, not the only deer in the forest. How many were there? Could they see him?
His heart jumped and he began to run... no. No, not this time. This time he would not be that stubborn. He wanted to see the gods. They had painted this forest. They had grown the flowers and shaped the rocks and gave the birds their voice. He HAD to see the gods. Nothing would stop him.
Chenaniah sat down by a tree. He was far enough away from the deer. He could see the statues... but the other deer wouldn't be able to see him. He hoped.
Time dragged on as more and more deer joined the dance. Chenan moved along the outskirts of the party, observing each deer. A fawn and a great green-scaled stag danced on the end. Eventually they moved off. A black skeleton doe with a grinning mask lay between two dancers. Another skeleton, a stag with trumpets instead of antlers, reared and laughed with a butterfly-pelted deer. A small party of stags stood off by themselves, bowing and nuzzling one another. Red, brown, gray, orange, black, white. Many deer. Many faces. Many stories and hopes and dreams. Such diversity painted by the gods. He was one of the many colors... if only he could join the dance.