He dipped his fingers in the milk and thrust them
into the fawn’s soft wet mouth. It sucked greedily. When
he withdrew them, it bleated frantically and butted him.
He dipped his fingers again and as the fawn sucked, he
lowered them slowly into the milk. The fawn blew and
sucked and snorted. It stamped
its small hoofs impatiently. As
long as he held his fingers below
the level of the milk, the fawn was
content. It closed its eyes
dreamily. It was ecstasy to feel its
tongue against his hand. Its small
tail flicked back and forth.
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