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often with silent, bated breath, the waving grass, running and playing together<br />

with the beasts of the forest... But you, oh, man! Nervous, your eyes bloodshot,<br />

you search for me, and a thousand others like me, weak and without protection.<br />

You have weapons, you sneak up on us, kill us treacherously with bullets,<br />

making us say farewell to this earthly life...<br />

II<br />

How can I not be afraid? It's barely a week since I first looked upon this<br />

world, and how much fear and suffering I’ve experienced already! The day<br />

before yesterday was rainy. Beautiful and full of life, my mother stood next to a<br />

beech tree, and was chewing with gusto...and I was standing next to my mother,<br />

taking joy at being with her. Trusting in my mother, I gave no thought to enemies<br />

and death. Raindrops were falling from the dense leaves...I put my head<br />

under them, so these pleasant drops could refresh me.<br />

"Isn't it lovely, my child?" my mother asked me.<br />

I nodded and jumped about, sometimes knocking my head against her teats.<br />

In front of us a woodpecker was inscribing a circle around a dead tree, and<br />

rapping so loudly that I was amazed _ my mother was so large, and she yet<br />

couldn't make the forest as noisy as this small bird! It went around the tree<br />

trunk, scraping with its feet, pecking first at one place, and then another…I<br />

watched the woodpecker's playfulness with joy. Suddenly I heard "Chkhi!<br />

Chkhi! Chkhi!" I looked to the side: a jay was circling above us. “Hide behind<br />

me,” my mother said, “or the jay will pluck out your eyes!” I hid. My mother<br />

shook her head, and chased away this vile bird. The jay flew towards me, made<br />

many attempts, but then left us in peace. Pretending to be innocent, it settled on<br />

the branch of a beech tree, and began to meow. Its voice sounded just like mine.<br />

My mother laughed involuntarily, and said, “It's very sly, that jay. My child, be<br />

careful! It preys on small fawns like you, my child...it moans softly and starts to<br />

meow, and if a foolish and inexperienced fawn like you is near, it calls to you.<br />

And this is just what it wants – to jump out and snatch your eyes away!”<br />

A shudder passed through my body...<br />

I didn't utter a sound, and hid immediately!<br />

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