The young fawn laid there next to a mushroom, the rain finally stopped; only raindrops from the tall tree flew down and touched her nose. "a-choo" she sneezed, standing up. She knocked the rest of the rain off her back and made sure her gold was still on her head. Lookng down on the purple flowers she gathered them in her small antlers and trotted off. The young fawn heard the whispers of the much older deer, the calling, fighting, jumping, changing, running, laughing of the older deer made her giggle and slowly walk towards them. The strong deer in the middle danced while the others changed him into new pelt colors. As she walked closer her left back hoof knocked a rock making it tumble backwards. The deer got quite and looked her way, with full, mean-looking eyes....