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A fawn started grazing under the shelter of a tree, it's mother no where in sight. InkSplash saw a dash of scarlet creeping slowly towards the fawn.
Oak watched from her perch as something crept towards a little fawn. She wondered what it was. She tilted her head in wonder...
Suddenly the red thing started galloping. The fawn ran as fast as it could. The red drove it in a certain pattern and the fawn soon got exhausted. The red pretended to loose interest, then ran at the fawn again. The fawn slowed down. The red jumped and killed it quickly. BloodDrop started eating the meal she had caught.