The thing holding up the small doe's body was no longer her own legs, muscle or bone. It was the rage and sadness that boiled inside her. Rage for the sick creature that had brought this down on her happy family, and sadness because of the definite knowledge that her newborn fawn, her first and last, would never know his mother.

Calmness overtook the doe as she charged the black buck, her unspeakable anger, gone. As her delicate head made contact with the deer's side, she whispered a goodbye, for she had done her best. The small mother's body fell to the sodden earth with a soft thud, neck shattered by the same force that had knocked the buck out cold. Minutes later, a fawn's voice cried. "Mama?" it said. "Mama?"

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