I woke up because I heard a strange sound.I got up out of the safety of my home, and... everything was... dark and misty, with bats flying around. "oh my!" I exclaimed. It was the same exact weather when I became a doe. I don't really like this weather to much though... it is scary and has a cold feeling. I saw a herd of stags run by, so I followed them to an open place where they all layed down in a circle. I was just about to join them when suddenly a circle of purple flowers boomed out from the middle of the circle! I had never seen this before in my life! I stood there shocked and questioning how it happened. The purple flowers then died away, and all the deer who made the circle got up and pranced around. I was excited about the flowers to, so I started dancing, and then everyone else did. We were celebrating for a while, when then I heard a scary sound again. It was like music, not my name, and not the music I know... it was... frightening. Does music ever get frightening? I got scared and ran. I ran until I found the big tree that sings. It makes me feel very warm inside, so I went into the tree and lay down. I heard the howling sound that I have heard long ago on my doe day. I felt safe in the tree though. Mist, deer, and bats went past outside. One nameless deer came in and lay down by me. I felt more comforted that someone would give up his/her time and comfort me. We stayed there for a while listening to the howling sound. Eventually the deer got up to leave. I bowed to it and lay back down. I watched as the deer ran into the mist. I layed in that tree for a long time. I listened to the comforting song the tree was singing. I memorized each note. I started humming along with it. The howling sound kept getting closer, so I got scared, but me and the tree were still singing together. Suddenly a howl sounded like it was right next to me. I got up and ran away. I ran and ran, and heard the tree's song getting fainter. I ran up to the pond where a stag stood, looking out into the middle. I stood with it. It looked at me, and then looked out into the pond again. A few moments later, the stag layed down, and went away. I stood alone, afraid and cold. "Where are these howls coming from?" I wondered. I saw a lonely fawn nearby, so I went over and played with it. Then I saw a stag sleeping on the ground. I went over and lay by it. It probably was dreaming of good things, having no idea that it was dangerous outside. I comforted it. The howls kept getting closer. I got to scared and ran back to the safety of my home. I got down in the stream, climbed on my little rock under the waterfall, and looked around. The mist hovered over the ditch. I felt safe. I lay my head down, and fell to sleep.