
Different.Different that was all she heard the other deer laughed at her and called her 'different'.Weren't they all different?Weren't they all differnet in their own special ways?Then she realised why.A puddle shined on the ground showing her her own reflection I look like a pumpkin no wonder they think i'm different.She thought miserably. Tears stained her face as she bounded away I'll run they can't be mean to me if i run.she thought.She saw humans up ahead Hunters!Run!A voice told her to run but she wouldn't listen to it these humans seemed different. A young one not much older than her came up to her and stroked her head she followed them home the young human called her 'Pumpkin' I like that name she thought happily as she followed to her new life
She is beatuiful getting one would mean the world to me i don't have a deer yet