You and I saw a dead fawn on High Street yesterday. (spotted fur, broken leg bone) You cried and then said this to the deer. I was your scribe…)
I am sorry you died. Just today we saw an alive boy deer in the trees. He had new little horns on his head. I watched him. He watched me. We stayed really still. He was alive.
But you are dead, You will never grow horns or get bigger. The driver maybe didn’t see you. I hope your mommy deer was with you. Your leg braked.
Please try to come alive again. Love, Orion