Something new is troubling me. In my dreams I am haunted by my waking misery. My leg does not hurt in my dreams, no, that is not the trouble. I dream of shedding my antlers. Thanks to the magic cast on me by others I have a brown spotted pelt and the long slender face of my mother but it seems that there are no antlers that feel natural. In my dreams I thrash my head against the trees until the accursed things fall bloodied at my feet. For a precious moment I feel free. The happiness does not last. To my dismay they grow back twice as big as before. I can’t stop myself. I break them on rocks. I twist them between branches. I thrust all of my energy into fallen logs. But each time they grow back even larger than before. I panic. I run through the forest in a blind fear until my antlers become so heavy I can no longer carry them. No longer able to run I weep with despair. I wake up to find my antlers at their normal size but that brings me little relief. I shall never be free.