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…)

Little deer,

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

                    gma