I just love being a grown up. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yup, I've finally grown up and into my antlers. I'm not that pretty to look at just yet, but with each passing day I become more and more like the me I'm meant to be.

Well, as I woke up today---expecting the forest to be all bright and full of bird-song---something strange welcomed me. Fog. Now, I love fog just as much as the next deer, but when it's coupled with the haunting cries of wolves... *shivers* The fog was much to thick to see the lurkers, but I'm ready for them! Just let them try to eat me!! Bats where also rampantly flying over head, their leathery black wings beating across the sky, but I rather liked them.

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Fog or no fog, wolves or no wolves, I love the forest and no little precipitation is going to stop me! So after finding a few friends and experimenting with coat colors---and even dancing to a very haughty tune!---I laid down within a fairy ring with another fellow who proceeded to turn me into a bat! I'm afraid to say the other fellow got the short in of the stick, as I repeatedly failed to gain the transformation spell. I'm not surprised that after a while he grew tired of me and went to seek fun else ware. But I was persistent, after 3 tries I managed to gain the power and return the favor.



The forest is starting to get colder. I think I'll curl up beneath the big tree for the night. With those wolves roaming the forest and the wind whipping about, I'll feel much better there.