“A beautiful day…” the young doe murmured to herself before grabbing another bite of the sweet spring grass. Her companion, another doe in the prime of life, simply replied, “Isn’t it, though?”

The two strolled about as they ate, not really paying any mind to their surroundings as they moved through the brush and thickets. After a little while, they passed the location where our Turkey had met Master Bartleby. Of course they stopped for a drink at the little brook as well, chatting all the way.

They continued on for a little while before the sharp, raspy call of a crow interrupted their conversation. The two does stiffened and immediately snuffed the air and looked about them. After a few tense moments, they relaxed and continued their walk, glaring all the way at the strange, white-beaked crow that had made the false alarm.

It was then that one of the does stopped and stared at one of the trees. Her companion halted as well, staring open-mouthed at their new finding.

There were indents and rubbing marks in the bark of the tree. That could only mean that there was a buck around, shedding the velvet lining off of his new antlers.

The two does, who had both been searching for mates, nearly squealed with girlish delight. They sniffed around the tree and after finding a scent, pursued the new target.

They saw him after coming out into a new clearing. He was casually grazing about in the open. His sharp scent penetrated the doe’s nostrils, making them swoon with profound ecstasy. “Oh, look at those antlers!” one of them said, her whole body shivering with arousal. Indeed, the buck’s rack was more than a little impressive. The massive antlers nearly reached four feet in height and exceeded three feet in length each. Truly a fine specimen!

“Oh, his pelt! Look at that pelt!” the other exclaimed eagerly. The buck’s pelt was a shaggy sort. Long, clean hairs nearly touched the ground. The fur had the color of a creamy brown, was nearly spotless and exceptionally groomed.

The two does approached him slowly, taking care not to disturb him. They stopped about twelve feet in front of him, observing his behavior. It was then that they began to notice how odd he seemed. He moved about in an almost careless manner, as if he didn’t care whether or not ‘they’ were around. It wasn’t brave, it was stupid. The does didn’t see it as that, though, they saw it as manliness.

Unable to contain themselves any longer, the two does scampered up to the buck and faced him head on, eyeing him with curiosity. “H-hello….” The first doe stammered in greeting. The buck cocked his head in an almost childlike manner before smiling himself and saying, “Hiya! What’re your names? I’m Turkey.” The voice of the buck was rather high-pitched, almost as if he had never really reached an age of antlers. The two does stared at him in puzzlement. “Names?” the second doe said, “What are names?” The buck stared back at them this time. “You don’t got any names? Golly… I couldn’t even imagine that… I’m sorry…” and, to the two doe’s ever increasing disturbance, the buck’s eyes began to well with tears. The two does were now caught in a situation not only awkward, but embarrassing as well.

“Um…” the first doe began, “I’m sor-..” she was quickly cut off, however, by the sudden appearance of a fawn. The fawn had the devout white pelt, a pelt only made for the gods, his hooves glittered in the open sun, and his crimson eyes blazed with fury. “What are you doing here?!” the little thing demanded. The two does, flabbergasted enough already, said nothing. “Leave!” the pretty deer ordered. With this two crows, one of which the does immediately recognized from earlier, dove in and clawed at their muzzles, pecking and screeching and drawing blood. The tall buck looked down and gently licked a speck of dirt off the tiny fawn’s muzzle. “Oh my, thank you Turkey.” The fawn mumbled with suppressed rage at the two does.

The does, finally overcoming their paralysis, jumped up and sped away in terror, the crows following in hot pursuit. As they sprinted off into the thicket, the white fawn screamed, “USELESS ORDINARY BITCHES!!!” and pawed the ground in defiance. His shining fur bristled in anger.

After a few moments, he sighed in relief and turned to the buck and lifted the now dirty hoof. “Turkey, could you maybe wash this off later?” the buck smiled gleefully at the fawn and said, “Sure Bartleby! Whatever you want!”

Meanwhile, the two does continued to run in fear, for stags were never meant to be stupid, crows were never meant to attack, and fawns were never meant to be godly.

But most importantly… deer and all animals alike were never meant to have names.

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Long chapter is long. For the record, I know this isn't really accurate in terms of what does do in heat. It isn't supposed to be.