The first thing Page noticed about this place was that it was nowhere near endless. You'd start in one place and walk for what seemed like forever, only to wind up back where you started. Although it was very much a disappointment, it had its advantages. He always knew that if he continued walking, he'd wind up back where he wanted to be. There was no danger of getting lost in this place. It did make the forest feel small, though. Then again so did all of the deer. It was a heavily-populated corner of heaven. No wonder, since many deer had died over the years. But the things that weren't all-deer... he wondered how they got here.

The blue buck silently moved over the forest floor. He marveled at its eternal spring appearance. Emerald hues twinkled back up at him from the dewy moss, the grass taking on that bright green only new shoots could. He wondered if the world had reset while he slept. Mayhaps it did every day. Just mayhaps.

Instead of being graceful, the whitetail barged right into a tree. Antlers tangled in the young sapling's branches. "Teaches me to forget to watch ahead." The male grumbled, tugging and backing up in an attempt to free his black tines from the tree's clutches. Leaves hissed and fell around the stagling, shaken from the trees. Grunt, grunt, grunt, huff, grunt! Coal hooves skittered on the ground, not finding enough purchase to free the cervine. After a short struggle, Page decided to just wait for help...

... hanging there from the tree like a warped Christmas ornament. What an idiot.