I'm sitting in a field of wild flowers, I'm picking slightly wilted daisys, they are so pretty! My large fuzzy antlers glisten in the hot spring heat from the sun, the stream near by. My large body giving some of the flowers I pick shade, poor things, it hasn't rained in over a week. My ears perk up, as I hear a twig snap, I look around. I shrug and adjust my tattered make-shift clothing, and I continue picking daisys until I hear another snap and see you, I tilt my head curiosly and tense up.
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