D-elicious

There was no deer in the woods more beautiful than Cress. He had a coat of pure white. I saw him from across the stream. He was the only deer who had ever smiled. His eyes beckoned me near. What had I done that such a creature would want my company? How was I so fortunate? The closer I drew, the more lovely he became. He took the final step, and we regarded each other. "You are beautiful," Cress said. It was the first time I believed so. I cried. I took joy in the fact that, to him, even my tears seemed beautiful. He nudged my arm with his cold, white nose. "Sister in the woods," he named me. "Travel by my side." It hadn't been a ques