The deer near the blue bonnet grotto surrounded by large aspen trees slowly meandered among the flowers till they each found a spot to look out from. The ivy had grown so much over the last year from some angles it made the tree appear as a conifer. The day had been especially taxing as the red crossed hare mask deer repeatedly charged up the hill at the twin gods. Formed as a brigade with impish intensity they assaulted the twin gods to make some point only the imp deer know. For a time the forest sound became impire with chortles, gurgles, tricksters and wanderers frolicking around. Impire Empire lead the days with belly laughs( deer falls backwards and wriggles almost a sexual invite but not quite just a good tease) and while meditating and contemplating.... well deer fell out of the trees. So for a time we had Raindeer all around the pond daily. They would sit up in the tree branches or the fortune cookie shaped leafage waiting. Once under the tree you could not see them so you learned to get on top of a mound or another deer and look first. Then the imp deer learned to fly. dropping down a bit they would chase you into the forest. In mass at least eleven of them would group, fall to the ground on their backs and do the wriggle. If you came near by they would hop up.and neck snuggle. After a few moments all would begin to dance. Like Hotel California you could not leave till the head deer said so. You danced and danced and danced. The imp deer would take over so much almost all the deer present in the fores would dance all at once like some magical spell in some fairy deer land set in motion by one innocent fawn exploring out of curiosity. I being from a major imp family chose to run around most gleefully defying having a mentor deer after capture.

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xx Name: Bargac xx Species: Maned Wolf/Babirusa Hybrid xx Personality: Friendly, cautious, stubborn, determined, excitable, adventurous, inquisitive, intelligent, social but uncertain of more than two strangers xx Current Height: 50 cm xx Age: 4 months old xx Runt of his family xx Born Maned Wolf, Mutated by a portal xx

Day one

World smells strange, smells sickly sweet, strange purple flowers
Do not recognise forest, do not recognise any smell, no sign of family here
Can't get back, tried to go back but couldn't, tried walking back to the strangeness but was gone
Can't see far, strange white over everything, have to use smell
So many noises, so many strangers, must be careful of dangers
Managed to hunt, managed to catch frogs and hoppers, found fruit and a hollow den
Will stay here, need find better food, won't last if can't find food

The Mars Rover they put away. It has some power left but they won't let anyone play. I want to write my name in the Martian sands so.................................


In the Endless Forest red ground exists and it has a few bare spots. With just one simple Tkinter program the deer could write their name in the red sand....

Not forever....just awhile...and then some thing or someone wipe it ...

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When Bargac was born he had no idea what was going to happen to him, he had no idea about how he would change or where he would end up, he was just happy to feed and play and sleep especially in those very early weeks of his life when he could only pull himself across the ground. He had been the only male born in the litter and his two sisters had already been bigger and stronger than him making those first few weeks much harder than he realised.