"The little deer has lost, father... I repeat, the little deer has lost," Fersy repeated his words to ensure his father could hear the information clearly, with determination in his eyes.
"The little deer lost? Are they all dead?" Fersy's father asked from within the heavy voice that came from the ball, with curiosity in his eyes and a concentrated expression.
"No, father... half of the little deer's body is still alive," Fersy replied firmly, and his grip on the ball tightened as he spoke.
"Including its head?" Fersy's father asked with an inquisitive tone, waiting for an answer with a serious expression.
"Yes, father, the head is also still alive," Fersy replied emphatically, his face showing certainty.
"I see..." The voice from the ball suddenly stopped, making Fersy tense with anticipation.
"Father?" Fersy wanted to make sure that his father hadn't disconnected, his eyes seeking clarity.
