She wasn’t what anyone would call cuddly. She was crazy tall and her antlers were so large she’d get channel 3 with no problem. Her skin was not gentle to feel but her heart was gentle and pure. She was everybody’s friend, even though her size scared away those who didn’t know her.
Always careful where she stepped because she understood how small and fragile her woodland friends were. Long ago she remembered riding in the backseat of a car. A little girl would hold tight to her, letting her put her face out the window like a dog would. The wind was amazing. Her antlers almost like wings, lifting her upwards.
Then came the
bump. The car seemed to jump, and she
went flying off into the trees. She could
hear the little girl scream, but it all happened so fast. No longer would she be anyone’s best
friend. The woods were her home now, and
she enjoyed the seasons and the sounds and often the quiet.
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