Run, run, as fast as your little stilts can.

click, thud thud, click click RUN!

Chased, chased,

must keep up the pace the butterfly has set!

Breath so foggy on your nose in the cold morning air...

the landscape is peppered with hoofprints.

Hear the pounding behind you, little fawn...

all around you, little fawn...

they run and thud and scream and call....

Little fawn, are you scared?

Yes, Priya is scared, Little Voice.

Hide, Little Fawn... There! In the rocks that once you called a playground!

Priya runs, Little Voice, as fast as her little stilts will carry her!

Priya pants... Priya is tired.... Little Voice, Priya can hear a big voice calling....

It is looking for Priya.... a named one calls for Priya.

Run away, Little Fawn... to a tree to hide your pelt... your face which the Big Voice will take.

Priya will! Priya, leaps, bounds, runs! Big birch, Hide Priya from the ones who want her face and her pelt.

Little Fawn, this will not do at all. Find someone to hide behind!

Priya will.... Priya is too tired to do anything but hide...

Little Fawn! Two more come, and a Big Voice follows!

Priya.... will run again.

Hide, Little Fawn, and rest awhile.

Tall grass... Hide ... me.... away for awhile...

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Poor little Priya has been very scared of the Forest folk lately. She just all of a sudden felt the need to hide from everyone. She's been chased around since first thing this morning... poor little doe. The kid is now hiding in the Birch Forest in some tall grass, dead tired and scared out of her little head!

She's so scared of everyone... and she doesnt even know why.

Poor Priya... so scared of masks and colorful pelts and scary non-antler-things sprouting from where antlers should sprout.

...she thinks too much.