The Stag

I was walking and the trail ended. Ahead of me, I saw one of those magic spots in the woods - a spot where light hits soft babygrass that calls for you to sit in it.

And so, after stepping in a few snake holes and rock piles and prickle bushes, I did.
After a long period of silence, I heard a noise behind me.

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