Something was terribly wrong today.
She knew it, too.
She did not seem too bothered by it in any case however, instead she went along with the flow of the day without question.
But it became harder as time ticked by.
The trees were closer together than usual.
Perhaps they were lonely, and had shuffled together for comfort.
So the forest was strange, but there was nothing strange about her sky; oh, her sky.
Hands.
They were fluffy and gray; they moved slowly across the sky and dragged thier long bodies behind them.
The forest was nothing more than a bedsheet to sleep beneath the covers tonight.
When her eyes returned to the ground, she was greeted with fog.
When did that get there?
And when did the trees become black?
She sighed and stared down, swaying, to her hooves.
They were not there, nor were her legs.
Oh well.
Who needed them?
The little doe carried on.
Around her, the trees began to bleat for her.
"Momma!" they cried; "Mommy?" they questioned, "Help me!" they wailed.
The huge black creatures sounded so infantile.
But hadn't they always?
She shunned them.
Wasn't she supposed to?
Didn't everyone else?
Suddenly there came a deer she recognized.
There was no terror in her face, but she could hear her heart wailing with the infant trees, now.
She bid it farewell, and left the noisy beating thing behind.
It wasn't important.
Not now.
That deer that she had recognized stopped his short pursuit of the doe, and bent to sniff delicatly at the heart she had bid adieu.
It wailed, and wailed, and cried, "Mother, please!"
The deer whom she thought she knew took up the wailing baby in his dark lips and carried it away.
Perhaps he would keep it safe, until she needed it again.
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Someone is hallucinating ;3
Too much shrooms, love!
I hope ya'll liked this. It was not intended to be sad, but rather to make you wonder.
