(A Grazing Moor Belonging To Deer Herds)
Ao was resting on the moor, keeping an eye on his herd, as he was supposed to as a leader. But things had been so peaceful lately, he couldn't help but let his guard down. It was spring, there was plenty of food, the sun was warm on his pelt, he had yet to experience the regular occurrence of some stag mistaking and calling him a doe, and everyone seemed to be doing well. What could possibly ruin the day?
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