((Written from a random deer's perspective. ))

The doe is sitting, contemplating, on a large rock.

"Have we forgotten who we are?

Have we become nothing but animals, who thirst for blood?

Have we forgotten how to forgive?

Have we forgotten that death does not end everything?

Or are we so caught up in this whirlwind of madness, that we cannot see what we are doing?

Can we not see what our actions are doing to The Forest?

It's dangerous and dark.

Fawns are fearful, does are worried, stags on constant alert.

Fights break out, bloody and dangerous fights.

Stags, does, and fawns are all caught up in the misery...

If we want to end this, we must remember that justice, too, can be tempered with mercy.

We must remember that vicious cycles can start...and never end.

One death may lead to another.

And another. And another.

We must remember this...

Or something worse may come from the mistakes that we pushed away...

The mistakes that we once called justice."


She stands and walks into the forest.

((Now that you've read that, don't kill me. >>))