I'm not quite sure how I got here. I'm not particularly alone, and not exactly frightened, just intrigued. My mother seems to be missing, and that puts me in a stupor. There is no 'alone' in this forest. There is the sound of steps as far as my ears can reach, the tiny patter of a mouse or the clicking step of a crow, the crunch as a rabbit hops across dead leaves. The one I hear the most is the gallop of young fawns across the ground, and the loud, calmer steps of elder deer.

I have yet to see another deer, but I know they are there. There hooves leave prints in the ground and the sound seems to be everlasting. I'm feeling quite lonesome, just lying here in the grass. A curious rabbit pokes its head out of its hole and peers at me. A bird watches from a branch and makes quiet chirping noises. There is the faint sound of a deer's call in the distance - a young one, like myself. It is sooner returned by an elder deer, and I long to see them.

My lanky limbs are quite wobbly at first, and I fall over, scaring the rabbit back into its burrow. I try once more, twice, and on the third try I can stand. I test my legs cautiously and once they are able to hold, I begin to run into the forest, in search of the deer who call. As I run farther, the deer calls again and this time, I call out as well to let them know I am here. They continue to call.

The landscape is fascinating. I take a break to look at the wonder of nature. A bee buzzes busily up in a tree. I still have yet to see another deer, but it's okay this time, because the wonderful Earth is quite satisfactory. I stop in a purple flower patch, giving into my childish nature and topple head over legs into the softness. There are butterflies all around me, the busy flap of their wings enough to keep my heart at bay as I dig near the ground and place the flowers in a crown upon my head. It's a lovely sight and smell.

I begin to run again, my newly made crown upon my head, passing by many trees. Once the trees begin to thin slightly, the sunlight cascading into the world, I think I see a deer's silohette in the distance. Eager, I run towards them, hearing them call - I call in return. They are atop a place of rocks and I climb up. They are grey and white in coloring, the casting of a forest spell, and they bow to me once I reach them. I bow in return, at ease, and lay down near them. They lay down as well, watching me with curious eyes.

Fireflies dot the landscape as day turns to night. The elder stands and I do as well, he cocks his head at me and nudges me in affection. The warmth fills my body and I bow to him in thanks, and head off again, grateful to have met a friend.