I wasn’t as fit as I had been and started to feel miserably tired and lightheaded. Venturing higher in the wooded area I was now too tired. I thought to myself you are nuts going off on your own and then my throat agreed as I gulped water from an aluminum bottle attached to my backpack.
A riddle came to me as I leaned back on a large rock. “Into the forest I go to lose my mind and fill my soul” by John Muir. I guess that’s what I was doing, or trying at least. I did find a peace of sorts, it was so quiet there, even the birds seemed to be napping.
Suddenly a loud bang and I sat up quickly. I thought I heard a tiny whimper close by and saw a fawn laying in the grassy enclave. The deer was obviously suffering as blood spurted out near its jaw. I looked up to see a grown man near, obviously the shooter, seemingly blind to the harm he inflicted.
“What rights do you have to harm this innocent baby deer?” I yelled at the man who appeared nonchalant.
“You’re lucky I didn’t get you instead!” And then incredibly, he swung the fawn over his shoulder and walked off. I stood there for a moment, shocked, and then hurriedly made my way back to my car.
***
The Bag Lady 
Aww poor faun how horrible!
LikeLiked by 1 person