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The Fawn

The writer’s farm has welcomed a new arrival. A three-week-old fawn is making daily appearances with its mother, who is busy teaching him about his forested environment. Mom: The tall things you see are trees, dear, the short things are shrubs or flowers. Fawn: “What’s to eat?” Mom: “It’s at your feet, all around; the green fields of grass, and twigs.” Fawn: “There’s no Dairy Queen?” Mom: “No, this is a rural area.” Fawn: “I was hoping for a Dilly Bar. I’ve been cooped up, you know.” Mom: “Right now you have more important things to think about. You are still wobbly. I want you to avoid the raccoon holes and stumbling into the fence.” Fawn: “What’s a fence?” Mom: “It keeps some things in and some things out.” Fawn: “Are we kept in or out?” Mom: “We’re kept in.” Fawn: “That means I’ll never get my Dilly Bar.” Mom: “You can get over the fence by jumping.” Fawn: “I’m still wobbly.” Mom: “I’ll teach you how, dear. But you’ll have to beware of the cars.” Fawn: “What are they?” Mom: “They are noisy, reckless and have an odor.” Fawn: “What do they do?” Mom: “They carry people.” Fawn: “What are people?” Mom: “They are noisy, reckless and have an odor.” Fawn: “I’m rethinking going for the Dilly Bar.” Mom: “Well we do have to be careful, dear.” Fawn: “What else do I have to watch out for?” Mom: “Bears, birds, snakes, bobcats, squirrels, rabbits and your father.” Fawn: “Do I have anyone to have fun with?” Mom: “Bears, birds, snakes, bobcats, squirrels, rabbits and your father.” Fawn: “I don’t understand.” Mom: “Nobody does, dear.” Fawn: “Why do you keep calling me deer? I know I’m a deer.” Mom. “I’m calling you ‘dear’; it’s a word of affection that sounds the same.” Fawn: “This is getting confusing.” Mom: “There are lots of words in nature that sound the same. Faux for fox, bare for bear, flour for flower, even dough for doe.” Fawn: “Do I have to go to school to learn all this?” Mom: “No. Your father and I will teach you.” Fawn: “That’s a relief. I don’t have a backpack.” Mom: “We’ll provide everything you need.” Fawn: “Do I get a smart phone?” Mom: “No, but you get blackberries, field oats, and sugar leaves. Fawn: “This means no emails, no texting, and no OMGPOP games?” Mom: “I’m afraid so.” Fawn: “Boy. How did I get into this?” Mom: “Your father will tell you that, sweetheart, when you are older.”

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