The small fish and the fawn become friends, through some wild thing.
Then winter comes in the forest and everything is quiet and the fish cannot talk to the deer put the deer goes down to the river, one last time.
The deer asks the River, "River, can you grant me the strength to talk to my friend the fish?"
The River is very cold, old, and knows many tales. But he trusts the little fawn.
"Fawn, I will allow this, for you are a creature seeking Love."
The fish swims to the ice.
The two begin to speak without moving their lips.
The River is pleased at what it has created.
Soon a wolf comes, a saboteur, he is the Goblin of the forest.
He sees the easy meal, and charges in to the scene of Love.
The Fish cannot help, for he is under the ice.
The fawn does not know his fate.
The River intervenes, and sends a loud crack as the ice is broken.
The Wolf is scared of man and the crack of Rifles and runs off.
The Fawn stops, feels the energy of the River below his hooves,
Speaks to the Fish for one last time for a very long time, but not for the last.
“Fish, I don’t know how or why or what it means but I feel it through the River.”
The fish speaks back to the Fawn: “Fawn, let this moment prove the true love for things and animals and the Rivers that bring them together. For you cannot see the currents I leave in the water and I cannot see your tracks.
Your prints in the snow only serve as Proof. Falling, swirling, but I know you go there -- through the woods, under brush and standing by the trees.
A track is a sign of proof that the energy flowing from the River is the same energy that builds the trees for you to eat.
It is Everything and it is Nothing."
2 comments:
I especially like this tale. I can picture the river and see exactly where the fawn and fish are talking.
Great, I'm glad you like it.
It was taken as inspiration from the conclusion to my semester, but I think it is simple enough that it reads like a good tale.
Keep reading!
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