These days I grow sick, sick of the world, sick of deer...sick of everything. I wish for a curse of loneliness. I wish for anything to get away. I have made a pact to myself. I shall only see who I wish to see, and it is but two.

So long it has been since I have recalled events. They are fuzzy, nothing more than a worthless memory. How I wish they were completely gone. Memories are nothing but ties to the past which are not needed. If I could crack my skull open to remove them I would.

A few days ago I came across a thick group of deer. I decided to say hello, which should have been my first clue as to this being an off day. I never approach groups of deer. Perhaps with my vision cleared of poppy pollen, I grew brave.

Still, I say my proper hello. Still, I think they do not understand my head tilting. I came into your space. What is it you will do next? Stand there. There was lots of confused standing. I hate it when they tilt their heads back. Do something, amuse me. I demand it.

They figured it out and so they danced. It amused me so greatly I joined in for a short time and then quickly grew bored. It is true, magpie pelted deer are dreadfully boring. Even I considered myself a snore. Perhaps that is why I rely on the foolish deer to amuse me.

I quickly shut myself off from the world, casting myself into darkness.

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Then it came again. A want, a pull to the crying idol. Something demanded I go there. I stood, creeping forward and looking about. It was then a ghost of a figure appeared and ran to the other side. I dared not peek at this perfect replica. Something inside me told me it was best to let it be.

It must have been a message from the gods, for I soon felt heavy eyes upon my frame. My back could have broken if I had not felt their aura. It soon was gone and some nuisance tried to share this space with me. Could you not see I was being inspected? The fool. Still, they amused me by sticking around (must have been a stalker, who wouldn't want to stalk me?) and we roared together. They soon ran off, and I roared a scoff, tilting my head. Why did you leave me, clown? Return!

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Soon my mate came into view and we took time to be fools. It is the only time I amuse myself, and I would ask no less. I often grow bored of these pathetic little runners.

Still, we soon spent the short time we had together jumping as per usual, then I scratched against a tree. How terrible that itch was! I think it was my feathers for they often tickle my back. Still, the tree did not suffice, so I jammed my lovely skull deep into the fur and took care of it myself.

If that itch were a fawn, it would have been like striking my hoof into their soft head. Beautiful thoughts of such things enter my head anytime, and how I love it.

Either way, the itch was soon over and we enjoyed our time sitting amongst the blueberry bushes, looking out over the foggy horizon.

Did I mention snow? It was snowing! About time the gods heard me. Though they must be dead in one ear. I wish for snow in darkness. It is the only time there is peace...

But it wouldn't be complete without no fawns.

Darkness
Snow
No Fawns

It is a wonder I survive.