Post by Clementine on Mar 2, 2016 5:05:08 GMT
The little doe made her way along the peaceful paths made by the mother, the mother of nature her self. Soft leafy greens and white daisy painted the landscape. She headed towards the little babbling brook at a meandering pace; no hurry at all for this Fawn. She made the last turn and stumbled as it would seem that once again the banks had over risen and mushy mud engulfed her front legs. Struggling to pull her self out she snorted with dis please as the scent greeted her crudely. After finally freeing her self from the filth, she shook her mess pelt now spiked with the earth. She wound around the substance, to the river with a different intent in mind instead of getting a peaceful drink she would now have to rid this gunk from her pretty little pelt.
