The Skye is the limit.

I woke up in the morning in my sleeping spot that i always sleep in and saw some older deers jumping across a gap ,a river as some older deers call it i watched in amazment as they each jumped gracefully across the the narrow river even a young Fawn had a go and and i knew if he could do it so could i. When they left i walked over to the gap and since i was quit a inresponsible little Fawn i went straight for the widest gap i had always been told that it was alot like flying it was flying in fact. i got as far back as possible and ran my fastiest and at the last minute i skidded to a halt and fell in the river and i had never been scared in my whole life and yet all the other deers were laughing i felt really embarriest luckily for me the same fawn that jumped with the adults came over and helped me back to land he was much older then me maybe even close to his adulthood he told me to wait and watch him and his family jump i was completly focused and i watched as the little fawn jumped and he moved so gracefully it was like he was dancing and when he took off it was like he was flying like a magical pegasus about to fly i felt a sudden sharp pang of jealousy but i knew that one day i would be able to jump and move as gracefully as they could.