...not 10 feet from where I had paused on the patio stood a fawn, the same one that’s been racing around our pond, quietly nibbling on grasses and wildflowers, all alone. “Where is her mama?”
...not 10 feet from where I had paused on the patio stood a fawn, the same one that’s been racing around our pond, quietly nibbling on grasses and wildflowers, all alone. “Where is her mama?”