Kristy's Mini Adventure

Kristy’s Mini Adventure

By Bria Ohmacht

My name is Kristy, I’m in Greenway Forest. It is the most
beautiful forest in town. I come here for something to do and I’m
trying to get some pictures of wildlife. I’m walking through the
forest with my camera in my hands and my backpack filled with
my lunch, picnic blanket, and a bottle of water. It is so green with
all sorts of colored flowers such as blue, pink, indigo, yellow,
purple and others. It is nice and warm with no wind, not too hot,
not too cold, and not a cloud in the sapphire blue sky. There is
plenty of birdsong. On a tree, there is a woodpecker. CLICK.
Went the camera I was holding. I walk on the trail taking pictures
of birds and other creatures. When I came across a nice little
clearing surrounded by trees and flowers like daisies, poppies,
and marigolds. I settled down and laid out the picnic blanket and
lunch then sat beside a willow tree to enjoy lunch.

I was about finished with lunch when I heard a twig break behind

me. I whipped around, the noise was coming from a raspberry bush.
Oh boy, is it a porcupine, skunk, or rat! Kirsty thought worriedly. Then the

creature bursts out. It was a fawn a few weeks old possibly. That was
strange, the mother doesn’t seem to be around. I took a few pictures with my
camera. The fawn came a bit closer, it seemed to be looking past me.

I turned and saw some of the corn from my grandpa. I threw it in front

of my house, so deer come, and I can get pictures, I take it everywhere

you never know when you’ll see a deer. I grabbed the small bag of

corn and grabbed a handful, then held out my hand. The fawn inched

closer then again and nibbled on the corn in my hand.
Wow, Kirsty thought in amazement. The fawn must have been

hungry, and it quickly finished. As the fawn turned away, it made a

movement that looked like “follow me”.
Well, this could get interesting, I want to have a small adventure.

So I followed the fawn down a small hill toward a pond. I looked across the

pond and saw a full-grown doe.
It must be the mother. I went to take a closer look and with much sadness, I

saw an infected bite and the doe was not moving. I looked back at the fawn. “I

can’t leave you here,” Kirsty whispered. So I bring the fawn home. After I cover

the mother in leaves.

When I got home the sun was setting, so I put the fawn in the stable with the
gentlest horse I have, named Silver. The fawn let Silver sniff her, then Silver let the
fan lay down by her. I had already laid down fresh straw. So, I filled a bucket with
water and one with corn, but I don’t need to worry about Silver eating the corn. She
is also the smartest horse. I leave them in the stable and put away the things I
brought to the forest except for the camera. I went back to the stable and got
adorable pictures of the sleeping fawn by Silver.

The fawn raised her head. “Hmm,” Kirsty says. “I’d better give you a name.”
Kirsty watched the fawn for half an hour. Then she got it. “I’ll call you Moon.” The
fawn seemed to like the name. So then Moon went to sleep.

Kirsty watched over Moon till Moon grew old and died.

THE END