The little one stepped forward. Right up to the fence. And dropped something.
At first I thought it was a rock or a clump of mud.
But when I took a closer look, my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t a rock. It wasn’t mud either. It was a small, neatly folded bundle of fabric. My eyes widened, and I found myself staring at it for a moment, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
The little deer turned its head to glance at me, then back at the bundle. I slowly reached through the fence, my fingers brushing the rough wood as I hesitated. What was this? Why was the deer giving me this strange offering?
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