De(a)r CJ, you are now a fawn.
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I woke up again today and was ready to play in the forest. I began by running to the two mystic rocks. I gave them my respect, and began to glow. I still don't understand life and this place yet, but these special rocks are always there for me. I feel safe there, like I'm doing something right.

I then started to run. Aside from the rocks, running is another thing I know I am doing right. At least, I think it's right. It feels good to run, and the faster the scenery around me changes, the happier I feel. To me, this is becoming even more fun than dancing, and dancing was the first thing I truely enjoyed.

I met some other fawn by the pond today. I greeted them carefully. The deer I met the other day did nothing, I felt so wrong. I hoped this group would interact with me. I quietly sniffed each one, and gave them a bow of respect. They only stood still and looked at me with quiet blinking eyes.

Perhaps I was being too careful today? I made a noise to call to them, but still there was no reply. I even danced in front of them, hoping they would join in. Still nothing.

I noticed that some of the fawn were laying down to nap. If it was a quiet time, I would join them. I found a nearby spot in the sun to rest. But even after sleep, they still had no response. I felt unwelcome, so I left them to their... standing.

I started to run again, but was distracted by a circle of mushrooms in a ray of sunshine. It seemed almost like a stage. I felt called to dance there, and so I did. I danced until I noticed a squirrel with a halo similar to mine.

I sniffed the squirrel. I looked curiously at it, hoping for an explination, but it was as unresponsive as the fawn. I suddenly found the situation silly, and rolled on the forest floor in laughter.

I started my run once again, and this time I ran for a very long time. During my run, I enjoyed leaping over the small rocks in my path and sometimes skidding to a halt.

I found an area covered in beautiful purple flowers. I ate some mushrooms from a tree and rubbed against others. Imagine my surprise when I discovered I could pick some of the purple flowers. I had a lovely crown of purple. Unfortunately, I sneezed them off. But there were plenty more, and I simply made another.

I never felt so pretty before.

Before I ended my time in the forest and layed down for a long rest, I found the begining of the water. It was a sad looking stone. At first I felt bad for the tears it cried, but when I looked around and saw the beautiful orange flowers, felt the warm sunshine, listened to the sweet river, and smelt the fresh tree bark, I realized that no one could be sad here. These must be tears of joy that make the river.