Today, I ran across the most peculiar fellow. He was a handsome deer, though I couldn't tell if it was a stag or a doe. For the sake of simplicity, I'll just refer to him as a 'he'.

Well, this stag was dressed in a Day of the Dead pelt, with a skull mask and peacock feathers. He would always lay about twenty feet away from wherever there was a big group of deer. I noticed him laying there, alone, while I was romping around with some new friends. I thought maybe he was just shy. So I went over to try and engage him; but he ran away! I followed him for a bit, trying to get him to open up. After a while, though, I started to think that maybe he just wanted to be left alone.



I went and laid near a fallen log, and was surprised by the arrival of a friend of mine -- a mini doe with a beaker-like pictogram. I remember meeting her a while ago, and I was glad to have her company. She laid next to me (though not before giving me a rather silly looking mask), and we chatted a bit. Mostly about the odd weather.



Anyway, after a while, we got up and moved to a nearby mushroom circle, to continue our idle conversation. I fell asleep after a while. When I awoke, I was startled to notice that the strange stag was laying several feet away, watching us! He was laying next to a tree, all alone. I got up and went over to him, and laid down next to him. I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to spook him. He was content to lay there, for a while. It was only when the mini-doe approached with some other deer, that he got up and galloped off into the forest.



I tried to leave him alone for a bit, after that. But I just couldn't get my mind off of the shady fellow. Why was he so skittish around other deer? One would except such a stag, dawning such a frightful and ghoulish set, to be pretty full of himself.



I eventually ventured out to find him, again. When I did find him, he was standing at the top of a hill, all alone. I laid a few feet away from him, keeping myself hidden in the tall grass. After a few minutes, he came and laid by my side. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before a few of my pals came running up, and spooked him away, again. I was quite sad, but I let him go.



I wonder who this handsome stranger was? And why was he so terrified of other deer?

Love,
Lemon