Foreword: I'll try another story - ^. ^ -
This time it's about a slightly older deer, and again the place shouldn't change except maybe a few meters or so xD. Comments are welcome again by e-mail if you want.

Thoughts of then

I walk slowly and proudly onto the meadow. This untouched piece of earth and yet you can't see anything of it, because it's winter. You can see a white ceiling everywhere. I stop slowly, I can still go back. Back to my life, even if it doesn't last long. I can still go back to be there and sleep forever where I feel safe, I want so much back, but my legs don't carry me there. They wanted to remove me further and further and now I am standing on the edge of the meadow. It's always bursting with life, but nobody's here today. But that is not voluntary because it is up to him, the hunter. He was back in the woods, chasing us again for fun. This time it didn't seem to hit anyone, because everyone had gone into hiding immediately.But then this rabbit was in front of me. He looked at me, eyes so sad, eyes so endlessly sad and deep, as if he had already experienced death himself and I ran. I didn't want to see that look and I ran. My legs carried me as far as I could and then I heard him. That terrible sound, that thunderclap as everyone knew it. And then there was this endless pain. I wanted to fall on the spot and hide, but I couldn't, I kept running.
I walk slowly on, directly onto the open area of ​​the meadow without even looking around. Yes, I don't care if there is danger I have finished with my life and yet, I want to hold on to what I have, to what I love and need. I look down, see my hooves gently dig into the snow. Snow ... so cold and frozen that it cuts my hooves, snow so gentle and soft as grass that hugs my skin and snow that is so white that it blinds and hurts the eyes.I lift my head again and slowly look around, not knowing what I am looking for. How I would have loved to see my appearance at that moment, but I could imagine it like nothing else. My fur was still so beautifully brown, now disheveled and marked by pain. Slowly the thin thread of life ran down my stomach, this red thread that never meant good. I felt his warmth and his pain. The wound that dug deep into my stomach pushed life out of me as if it was something strange, something that shouldn't be in me, but I needed it, I needed it more than anything else, because I would like to See all of those I need, all of those I miss and love no matter what.
My steps lead me further, but I know that they no longer look the way they used to be, no longer so full of pride and dignity. Even if they would never come close to the dignity and pride of the great princes, I had something of it.But as life drained from me, so too did my pride and dignity. Only my elegance remained, but I wondered for how long. Now I was many steps further, noticed how my life, my blood quietly left a trail for those who were looking for me, for him, the hunter. I could already hear his servant, the dog.
Yes what a cruel beast, almost crueler than the hunter himself, because he served him, believed that man loved him as the only one and so he served him. He showed him the way to us, he didn't leave us lying there in peace and die in the midst of our family, no, he showed him the way and died like an honorless death. This beast, this dog, also hunted for fun, like the hunter, but his relatives were smarter. They were called the wolves, they hunted when they had to hunt and not for fun. They also did not allow themselves to be tamed or commanded, the wolf lived freely and happily, like us, until the hunter comes.The hunter comes often, especially in summer, but this time he specialized in winter, there were traps everywhere and you had to be careful not to get caught. Yes, the cruel traps, they too betrayed you if you tapped into them and the hunter usually came to the traps very late, this meant a miserable death, either you died of the injury or trying to free yourself.
Again I heard the hunter's servant, they came closer, had noticed my trace of life. I bent my neck backwards, saw them barking, growling already screaming and running towards me and how they shouted "Here, here it is, we have it! Come and get it!" They kept shouting this sentence. At that moment I faltered, I could no longer weigh too much life out of me, too much of this liquid had escaped from me. I fell to the ground, lay in the snow, this frozen liquid, this cruel white blanket that offered no cover because it never had the colors to hide.No, the snow literally called out to be discovered, I hated winter. But I could not devote myself to my hatred, because the dogs were already very close and before they could reach me, tear me apart as they had learned, the hunter whistled. All sit down, longingly waiting to feel his love, to be praised. How they stared at me and waited for me to find my end. I closed her eyes, didn't want to watch what was happening, but I couldn't help it, I opened my eyes again and saw the hunter above me. This cruel creature without fur, this face so full of seriousness and vanity, as he stood contentedly and looked at his 'prey'. I saw how he pulled a long tooth from his back, it was long and gray and yet as sharp as I've never seen a tooth. Carefully he felt my neck for my line of life, where the most blood flowed and again I closed my eyes.I thought about how I would love to be home again and see everyone.
My prince, yes he promised me love, promised to always be there when I needed him, never to leave me but that wasn't true. He had just been in the intoxication of love time, like everyone else. But little by little he became like any other great prince in the forest. At first he moved away but he stayed close and in the end he was no longer even within reach. I waited for him nights, prayed that he would come back and tell me how much he loved me but nothing happened.
And then there was my son, his lovely face, oh how could I forget that, that face that always laughed at me, no matter what. He knew that I never laughed with all my heart, I rarely managed to laugh the way I wanted, freely and carefree with all my heart, but he was never disappointed, no. He saw it as an invitation to continue until I laughed from my heart again, that made him happy.Even when he was like the great princes and should be alone like everyone else, he stayed with me and made me laugh.
How I would have loved to run home to my little cave where my son was waiting for me to make me laugh. But this time he should wait in vain because I shouldn't be returning. My breath went quickly because I was afraid, afraid of never seeing my son again, of not being able to tell him what I wanted to say. I would have loved to tell him how much I liked it when he made me laugh, how much I loved him and how proud I was of him and that he should always look at his father with pride, because he couldn't help it, he was a Prince and prince should be alone. How I would have loved to look at his face, look at it happily and say "Make me laugh because I like to laugh" but I couldn't go on. My chance was forfeited, as was my life, and nothing could be done about it.And even if the hunter hadn't shown up, I couldn't tell how long I would be there, because despite how I looked, I felt old. I also knew that my head was slowly starting to turn gray weeks ago and eventually it might turn white, like every deer in the forest.
When I felt the hunter find my lifeline, I would have liked to scream, look at him and yell at him like other animals did, but it is not in the nature of the deer to scream, just as it is not in the nature that we Deer and would be against other powers that we did not understand. How I would have loved to understand why the hunter hunts us animals, why he kills us and takes us with him. But I shouldn't get an answer, because slowly he put the tooth on my neck, felt the cold material, whatever it was, felt it cut into my skin, it hurt, it hurt like fire on the skin and I winced. Almost fidgeted, but the pain numbed me so much that I couldn't jump up and run away.Begged, begged him to stop, but he didn't hear me. No, the hunters didn't listen to us, didn't understand us and the dogs. The dogs understood us very well, but they did nothing, because they serve the hunter.
How much I wish at this moment that the pain will go away, that my son, my great prince will come over and help me, but nothing happens and then I feel it. Just like on my stomach, the tooth cuts into my flesh, life slowly runs out of me, as if it no longer belongs, as if it were something foreign. I feel the numbing pain that robs me of my senses and yet I can feel everything as precisely as if it were only imaginary.
But then he stops cutting, but I don't open my eyes, pray that he goes on, finally robbing me of my pain but I only hear how he gets up and runs away, how the dogs howl and run away, now I open my eyes, wonder what happened, what happened and see my son.He stands with his head held high in front of me with his crown, he looks at me gently, I have never seen his eyes so sad, he speaks to me, but I don't hear it, my heartbeat is suddenly booming in my ears. I smile at him a little, lift my head and want to say something, but he hugs his head against mine and forces me to lie still, now I understand what he is saying, he says everything will be fine that I don't need to be afraid , but I don't have it. I had a wonderful life and I owe it to him. This time I want to take this chance open my mouth and speak quietly but gently and I know he will hear it.
'Don't cry my son ... I leave this world happy and all my happiness ... I owe that to you ... I thank you that you made me laugh ... I thank you that you stayed with me and yet ... never judged your father .... I promise to be with you always…. to always watch over you and….I will laugh with all my heart…. how I would now