At the sight of the newcomer, the two crows crowded around and bid the little deer welcome. The pretty thing only looked at them with scorn though, and quickly pushed them away with the swipe of a foot.

“Master Bartleby? What fettle the day? Hoo are ye?” Debit asked as he flew up a bit, casually avoiding the fawn’s strike. The fawn, who will now call Bartleby, merely looked at him with some disdain. As Bartleby is also called ‘Master’ we will also assume that it is a ‘he’. The two crows fluttered about their Master’s head a bit before finally settling on his white back.

Bartley now turned to our own little fawn, “My apologies that you had to be escorted by such nasty things.” He said with a slight bow of the head. “Please, won’t you come over? I’m afraid I can’t, I don’t want to get dirty in that old brook.” He lifted one of his magnificent little hooves and licked it daintily.

The little fawn (that is, our little fawn) seemed to understand the request and scampered across the brook. When he got to the other side his shaggy under-coat was all that was drenched in the muddy water.

“Very good then, now… let me take a look at you…” Bartleby circled around him a number of times, before suddenly rearing his head and nipping our fawn’s shoulder. It took a few seconds before our fawn cried out in pain. “He isn’t very bright… why did you pick him?” Bartleby turned his head around to the crows lounging on his back. “W’ saw him in the ol’ hause wit a deed doe.” Credit said. “Aye, w’ felt soory for him’ Thaas all.” Debit piped up. “I see…” the pretty little fawn murmured sympathetically. “And… what is his name?”

At this, the two crows looked at one another and then at their Master. “Weel, you know, Master. Names are daangerus’ things they are. I reckon his mother didn’t ave’ one either, ya?”

The gold-hoofed fawn pondered this for a moment and finally said, “True, names are dangerous. They enable anyone at anytime to be tracked and killed. But still, if he is to be mine then I shall have to name him myself. Now let’s see….” Bartleby started to circle around the fawn once more before stopping abruptly. “Well… your haven’t got many brains in there, that long fur… it sort of looks like feathers to me… you’re a deer, so you can’t fly…” Bartleby thought for a moment.

“…Turkey…” he said. He looked at the little fawn. “Yes… with that creamy brown pelt of yours, you would make a good Turkey.” Bartleby seemed satisfied with his final result and looked to his crows for approval. They both quickly bobbed their heads up and down in agreement. “Aye, good choice Master, good choice for the ol’ hinny” Debit muttered. Turkey smiled at the three. He had no idea why, but he felt as though he had done something right.

“Now…” Bartleby began, “There is the matter of your job… if you are to go under my care you’ll have to work. Give me a day or so and I’ll find something for you to do, now come on.” With this, the pretty white fawn dashed into the bushes leaving the two crows behind. They all stared at the spot where he left. “Weel… les get goin’ then..” Credit flew to his respectful place as Debit guided Turkey even deeper into the forest.

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Sorry for not updating yesterday. I'm at a bit of a slow point now... I've introduced Bartleby, but I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him. As I've said before, I have no idea how this will work out, I just write it when it comes. I had sort of planned up to meeting Bartleby, but now it's all blank. Oh well, it'll come to me eventually, don't worry bout it