I woke up from a new stupor that day...It was strange. The air felt heavier than usual, and the pressure on my head was exceedingly huge. Perhaps I had been asleep too long, or I was psychic for the events to come.

I stretched and yawned, blinking about at the world. It was bright again, but the allergic reaction was one day rolled over. I could not imagine that it was that acting up again. Soon I realized it was that all eyes are sensitive to light when first opening to the world after such a long sleep. I had nearly forgotten after always waking up to constant brightness.

Well, I made my way to the lake for I felt up for a pond walk and a fly, and such my short and most horrid journey began. Like the greatest of great deer I flew over the pond, landed, turned around, and then turned about. Now it was time to moonwalk on the lake.

My haunches rose in the air and my tail wiggled as I took a great leap forward, legs landing for a run. Aha! I soon skidded to a halt, the surface of the water spraying at my feet. Like a sparkling magic, I began my moonwalk. Oh, I felt so fancy. But then I saw what horrid secrets the pond keeps.

Fawns. The most vile disgusting creatures ever created in the forest! Fawns. Fawns...FAWNS! It was dancing in place on the water, nearly causing me to loose my less than magical grip on the water. Knowing now the water was tainted with its foul touch I took a great run and leap from my moonwalk and made it to shore.

I was safe...so...foolish and blind! More came. There they were...HUNDREDS! Hundred of fawns...all surrounding me! I lowered my head at them to warn them to back off. Unfortunately I do not have the mightiest of antlers. Yes, I shall tickle them to death, perhaps. It is unfitting a death for them. I do hear they are very soft and crunch well under your hooves...Oh how I wish I could crush them beneath my hooves.

One even switched back into an adult again, then back. So it was true, they were like little bloodsuckers. One nuzzle and they had you turning into their legion!

Four hours they had me trapped! Nothing was stopping them! I was in a horror forest! Finally a few broke rank. They had to further taint the pond. Once their stench is in something, they flock like unholy moths to a flame.

Still, I took the opportunity to run. Oh how I ran! I quickly took my place back at the idol. It smelled raw, like earth. I rubbed against it as I walked around it and took a nice sit beside it. I would gladly take swollen eyes and poppy flowers over foul fawns.

And perhaps it was not a hundred...six, maybe.

Still, it felt like a hundred.

How vile it would be if there had actually been that many...

There will never be enough hooves to put the fawns in their place.