Author’s note. Rudy | The Unofficial Novella is comprised of notes found stuffed in a stainless steel shoe box that floated up from what used to be frozen tundra. There will be 25 posts containing random insights into the seasonal saga. This is #16. They are not in order, but will be when pigs fly. Please share.
One day, leaping fawns, spot on with joy and fun. Overnight, everything changes. Males and females mature to Harts and Hinds. Their heads itch and compulsively butt. All for what?
Antlers.
Horns suck energy from deer bodies. They are useful when two stags log on Tinder simultaneously. Adolescent doe spend their high school years either devising elaborate ways to display the outcroppings.
In either case, the antlers fall off. The youngsters place them on their pillows in hopes that the Antler Fairy will leave them a succulent and yummy carrot.
