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Taking left, you skip happily along the riverside. Soon you hear birds singing in the pine trees and you realise you have entered the deer lands. After a few minites you slow your skip and turn it into a prowl. A herd of deer are nibbling at the dry, discoloured grass. You crouch behind a berry bush. But you hit a stone with your paw! The lead stag looks up, calls and starts to run, the does and fawns following. But they suddenly veer around and head straight for the bush you are hiding behind! |