![]() ![]() The hunter, captivated by her beauty, toffed or doffed his cap, and, going down on one knee, said, If I could will life back into this fawn, I would do so, in hopes you might defer one tender kiss upon our elderly forehead. Is my mom killed? the baby said in Becca's voice. Jeez, that was nice! She covered the baby's eyes and was like, Don't you have anything better to do, dank hunter, than kill this baby's mom? You seem like a nice enough guy. Here came the hunter now, dragging the deer's mother by the antlers. Are you hungry? Do you want me to hold you? I don't know, the deer said in the voice of Heather's little sister Becca.Īre you afraid? she asked it. Sometimes, feeling happy like this, she imagined a baby deer trembling in the woods. Where was with a hair bow bigger than all outdoors. Three days shy of her fifteenth birthday, Alison Pope paused at the top of the stairs. ![]()
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