Peirce woke up to the sound of a crow cawing above him. He slowly rose his head up and mooed, "Go away you stupid bird!" The crow just circled above him, mocking him. Annoyed, Peirce got up, and pain flooded over his body. Peirce walked away from the crow and plopped down to the ground. Everywhere on his body hurt. His wounds stinged with pain and some of his wounds were so bad that sometimes they would bleed. Peirce moaned in pain and fell back to sleep, but heard the crow cawing again. The young stag threw a rock at the bird, and it fell to the ground. Peirce's heart seemed as if it stopped. Was the crow dead? Peirce never wanted anything to die, and now, did he just kill an innocent bird? Peirce sighed in relief when he saw him breathing, get up, and fly away. Moaning in pain again, Peirce banged his head down and fell asleep, only to be awaken again by the sound of a deer. Peirce looked for the deer, but he could not see it. He heard the sound again. "Who are you?" he moaned. "Leave me alone."