There's been much writing about how the leoperd got its spots. Perhaps some clever writer could do a children's book about how the fawn lost its spots. Perhaps something like this; "One day the fawn awakened thinking 'I'm tired of being spotted.' So the fawn went to a tree and rubbed and rubbed but all it got was sore. Next the fawn rolled in the grass, it rolled and rolled until it had flattened a huge patch of grass. Then it went to a pond to see her reflectioin but it was still covered with spots. The fawn asked her mother 'How can I get ride of my spots? The mother replied 'Whatever will be, will be, my deer.' So the little fawn decided to forget her spots. Some days later the fawn was beside a pond of water and saw in her reflection that her spots were gone! Whee had they gone?"
All this was prompted by seeing a doe and a fawn who'd lost her/his spots. Where did they go? Did they just fall off one day? You write the story and perhaps some publisher will buy it and print a book.
Four high school classmates gathered this afternoon to reminisce, one of the pleasures of a long life!
Takk for alt,
Al
Joanne by the stone church, Helsinki, Finland.
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