"You protected this forest from the cat from the mountain. I do not know how to thank you except for staying with you."
Man entered the forest other than to hunt. One such hunter, The Great Hunter, has a history in the forest. When he goes missi...
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"Sir!" The Owl repeated loudly trying to find the one creature who would be able to help the girl. By now, she must have encountered the cougar. The wise owl knew that it was only a matter of time, and they didn't have much time. The animals knew she was smart, and she was agile. That alone could save her. Finally, the great deer was seen with the small fawn named Bambi walking through the snow.
"Friend Owl, what is the matter?" The Great Prince asked, looking only slightly worried.
"The girl! The Old Hunter's daughter! Cat! Meadow!" The Owl spoke loudly trying to catch his breath.
"Bambi, stay here." The Great Prince ordered before he thundered off.
The Great Prince's hooves thundered through the forest as he ran. He remembered the Old Hunter's words, the way the old human would speak of a daughter with dark hair, and the tales he would tell. Now, he understood, the Great Prince didn't know anything that he was saying, but he remembered the picture that the Old Hunter showed him on one occasion. The picture was of the old hunter and a beautiful, dark-haired young-looking female; the old hunter sitting at a large, black wood looking stand that he called a 'piano', and the girl was standing behind him looking down while the old hunter was looking up at his daughter with watering eyes. The old hunter explained that he was playing the piano and singing his favorite song when she came home, beginning to sing the song with him. A song he loved because it reminded him of the daughter, he loved more than anything in the world.
He remembered when the old hunter brought the video of the same event that the mother had taped when neither of them were paying attention. He recognized the voice of the hunter and then suddenly a deep, pleasing voice was heard that could have only been the daughter coming in. The voice reminded him so much of spring but had the deepness of the fall. He recognized the Old Hunter choking in a sob as her voice came to him as he looked over his shoulder at her as she laid her hands on his shoulders, finishing the song for him.
And now that same daughter was in the forest, soon to be fighting off one of the cats of the mountain, one of the most dangerous animals of the forest.
