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approached, one of them stopped in his tracks, but the other one saw us and begun walking straight towards us, as if to say, what are you, and can you help me find my mother? It wus pure innocence. It had no idea of fear or flight. It was innocent and curious.
The other one, instinctively, lay down under a big peony busy and curled up in a tiny ball. The curious fellow followed us around like a lap dog. The humans finally came to their senses, and retreated into the house, hoping mom would come hack and all would lie well.
I would love to tell you that all ended well, and it may have. Early the next morning, I went out to the row of peonies, and the smart little guy was gone. I looked around a hit, and saw nothing, and breathed a sigh of relief. loiter in the day, I found the other fawn, alive and curled in a hall, between an old wagon and the shed. I went and put on a long sleeve shirt and gloves, and curried him, still in a little hall, over into the ai^oining field where the grass is high and I last saw the doe, and
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