One day, when I was in the forest (of course), a mutated spotted deer came up to me. It was the afternoon, so I don't know what it was doing out. They usually rest in the afternoon.
"Don't move. Don't move," I told myself. The deer was highly alert, and I didn't want to scare it. Not to mention how dangerous it was. However, instead of panicking, I just admired it. The magnificent spots, the brown fur, the black horns.
It was beautiful.