I'm only going to tell a quick story
about blackhoof...2 quick chapters of Blackhoof's fawny life.
I've always wanted to tell people of how crazy his life as a fawn is(his
life is still pretty crazy).

Ch.1
Fawny World

A fawn laid in the forest with his lean legs curled underneath him.
He breathed slowly and peacefully as he opened his eyes to say hello
to life. He could smell deer. Many deer. All like him, with smooth faces flat
faces.

He lifted his head to gaze around the place that he would soon call
home. "Hello my newborn freind," A small sweer vioce spoke.

He looked around curiosly until his gaze was set on a fawn with shining
purple eyes. She wore on her head purple flowers. "Who are you?"

"My name is Lilly. But you can just remeber my pictogram...You don't
know what that is do ya," she spoke. Blackhoof shook his head as he
shakly arose to his hooves. " It's what floats above your head and identifys you. Mine
looks like a cat's face...but really I don't know what a cat is...but an image was
brought to my memory.....I'd say your's looks like a tree...with something falling off it."

"Yeah well that's nice...I'd rather you'd remeber me by my name," Blackhoof sneezed.

"Yeah? Well what is it?"

"Hmmm....," He gazed down at his hooves thoughtfully. "Well, call me Blackhoof...I mean
my hooves are black."

"That's nice...Now come I shall show you our glorious forest that the twin gods
themself designed!" Ever since then Blackhoof had became freinds with many fawns. They where
like a miny herd traviling and playing. But one day... something shocking happened. As
he and his freinds pranced around a mighty Brown sag watched from affar.

"Fawn," he roared. The fawns jumped at his quick roar.

"Which one of us," Responded one of the fawns.

"The all of you," he reared. So the fawns willingly trotted over
to the mighty Brown stag. Blackhoof adored this stag. He had a beautiful coat
with white antlers and a real deer mask. His pictogram resebled the number 21.
"You the one with the tree sign. Come here," He lowered his head.

Blackhoof trotted to him and slightly sniffed him " What's your name?"

"Blackhoof," he answered.

"Hm... Yes you must have been born some time ago? Yes, I'm sure
you'll be a fine stag in this forest. You and your other fawny freinds. I have decided
to be your Stag Dad. I shall watch over you and teach you the ways of stag and deer," the Brown
stag pointed his hoof. "My name is 21 and I will be your guide."
~*~

Yeah I rushed abit so their might be some miss spelled words.
Can't say it's my best writing..probably because I rushed. I really can't
rember or rename all my fawny freinds and games we would do...and I didn't
really know 21 was named 21. I called her/he the Brown Stag..which I still
kinda do... She/he wasn't always with us though...sometimes my freinds wouldn't even be on so yeah.....I probably could've wrote this much better but ya know. Dis to me really isn't
the cool part...just a kinda intro...Blah...