The swift bright blue sky, could not be seen under the forest canopy. A fawn was being born on that very day.

The tiny fawn sneezes loudly, and tries to stand up, but her tiny trembling legs were to weak, she fell in a pile of soft Autumn leaves. It was already starting to snow, and her Mother and Father curled around their fawn so she would not freeze. That tiny fawn sniffled as a flicker of sunlight touched her nose. She wanted to stand up, and now. Her front knees in the decaying soil, and slowly getting up. She, still shaking, but still standing. The next step, take a step. It felt like that hardest thing on Earth, but... She picked up her front right hoof, and starting taking her first steps. Her Mother smiled happily in the fawn's first steps. The tiny fawn looked at her parents, and drew a smile across her face, and snuggled with them once again. And they slept through the long Winter night, keeping each others warmth.



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