“What is that? I’ve never seen anything like it.” This was the first thing that crossed my mind when I saw the unusual looking creature with an odd stick.
He was holding it very fiercely yet the focus coming from its eyes paralyzed me.
I’ve heard many stories about these creatures or as I should say humans.
Me and Foxy remain paralyzed with confusions and curiosity as to what the purpose of the stick was for.
It seems to look like a stick but it was spiting something out of it, what looked like rocks and the noise coming from it was so loud that it exploded the inside of our ears.
“Whoah, what was that?” I just can’t stop repeating these words. “What is that thing coming out of the stick?”
When me and Foxy saw what it did to the tree, the rock going through the front and exiting the back, we knew that we had to avoid getting hit. Then we realized the human was aiming at us.
At this point I’m really scared but yet still confused about what this is and what is happening. Why is the creature pointing that stick at me?
Ahhhh … another rock!
I gotta get out of here!
Galloping through the woods, I hear Foxy’s paws scatting across each leaf.
I feel her fear and confusion through every breath she takes as if we were both in the same mindset.
I start to get tired but I don’t slow down. I feel my fear taking over my hooves and I feel as though my pace is beyond its average speed.
I hear something go off. I hear another one and another, but I can’t see them.
Wait … Where’s Foxy? The noise from the stick is so distracting that I forget to listen for Foxy’s scatting paws across the leaves.
I stop and turn around and see foxy nowhere in sight. I run back hoping that she just fell behind. I feel myself getting anxious as if I’m gonna see her face any minute now.
With every second I get more nervous and nervous. “Where is Foxy?”
I’m trying not to panic.
I see something that wasn’t there before. Red in the grass, I knew what it was but I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it.
It seemed like the whole world went silent, even the loud noises came to a stop.
“No, No, No!” “Get up!”
I knew it was no use. I faced a reality check that my best friend was dead.
As the tears formed, out of the corner of eye was both a tear and the figure of the creature, I mean human, whatever.
When I looked up, our eyes meet again. He has the same fierce look in his eyes. But this time instead of me being paralyzed with fear, I look up with the same intensity as him. We both had that same look as if looking in to a mirror.
Then he looked down and I looked to where he was looking.
“Why was looking at Foxy? I know he’s not thinking of taking her body.”
I couldn’t let him hurt me either though.
“Think, think, think! Think faster Bambi, he’s putting the rocks into the stick again”, I say to myself.
“Whatever, I’m going for it!
This is for you Foxy!”
I charge at the human with full force.
Once again something took over my hooves but this time it was ambition and vengeance.
My world goes silent once more but I continue charging.
With my antlers, I chug the human with all my mite just enough to knock him over.
He hits the ground with a hard force and I stomp on the ground so hard, he ends up dropping the stick.
When he got back on his feet, making sure he had his balance, he looked in my eyes and saw a familiar reaction.
This time the tables turned and I had the fierce look and he was paralyzed with fear and confusion.
The human soon disappeared with the trees and I turned my focus back on Foxy, as if someone popped me back into reality.
I walked over to her and see her lay there so lifeless and begin to blend with the stillness of the trees.
I place my nose on her cold body saying in my head “You’re really gone.”
A single tear runs down my face.
Suddenly I begin panting heavily but not because I’m crying.
My legs get weak and are unable to stand any longer.
I collapse and notice the warm liquid against my skin.
I look to see what it is and realize that I’m bleeding. I too have been hit, several times.
My heart begins to race uncontrollably which triggers my breathing.
As I lay next to my best friend I intensely look into her open yet lifeless eyes, knowing that I am dying and silently say, “I guess I got the invitation too.”