Writing for Chickenwhite for
drawing Quad as a wolf. Enjoy!
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You can do it...
Come on, come on out...
Grow, my friend...
Grow!!
Redd sighed. He removed his hoof from the base of the little sprout. It was no use, he was given a false promise. He was lied to about the gift.
He sat, looking down at the sprout once again. "I-it's such a d-dangerous world here for y-y-you to be here so s-small. T-there are always angry d-deer fighting one a-another here, and c-c-clumsy fawns who aren't w-watching where they s-s-step. Oh...oh I wish I-I could convince you to g-g-grow..."
Redd recalled the event that happened a few moments ago. He was resting between his two favorite trees when he saw a little bird laying awkwardly on the ground. The deer tilted his head curiously, and standing, he approached the little bird. It writhed and cried out painfully, though only able to make sounds that were difficult to hear. It had been crying out for some time now, and it's calls were falling on deaf ears.
"W-what is wrong, l-l-little bird?", Redd asked it. He surveyed the creature much more - it was a variety of hummingbird, and he could tell that its wing was injured. The hummingbird writhed, panting deeply, trying to speak to the deer, trying to tell him to end its life. Redd couldn't understand the words, but instead, he bent down, "Don't w-worry, I won't h-h-hurt you, I am o-only going to h-help, so p-p-please don't p-peck at me."
He gently picked up the hummingbird in his mouth, not biting down but rather just lifting it with his lips. The hummingbird struggled a little at first, but then relaxed, making short, quick breaths. Redd moved as fast as he could, taking the hummingbird across the Forest, past the birch trees and to the old Fountain.
