This is the sequel to Divine Intervention. If you haven't read it, this story may be a little confusing, so check it out here. And don't forget, when I put "intermission" at the bottom, there's still more to the chapter that I will write. When it says "To Be Continued...", the chapter is over.
He stomped his hoof.
The heat was blistering. He watched the humans walk by, seperated only by twisting metal and a small line that would shock him if he got too close. He learned this the hard way, as he already had a scar forming around his chest from pressing on it by accident.
He stomped his hoof.
There was another in the pen with him - a doe. She mainly ignored him, sitting underneath a small structure the humans built for them. It sheltered them from the sunlight, but the heat was still getting to them. She watched as the stag paced the cage, watching the humans. The fence was high, and there was no roofing over their heads.
He stomped his hoof.
He hated the humans. They stood there, gawking at him. He watched them from the corner of his eye, pretending that he wasn't paying attention to them, but he could see their faces, their eyes glaring at him. They pointed at him, and he could hear them speak. He heard them say he was "in a rut" and others asked why he wasn't shot and mounted on a wall.
He shook his head and stomped his hoof.
The anger was growing in his belly. The doe watched him as he eyed a man who walked by the cage, someone who worked at the place he was captured at. The man wore a cowboy hat and was building a structure, another pen, for more animals to be caught and gawked at by the humans.
