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Tony Lord Of Deer

By Liberty Dendron

Mamba Books & Publishing


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  1. The Trip West 9

  2. I Can Pretend 13

  3. The Big Race 19

  4. An Army 28

  5. Tony, Lord Of Deer 31



Snow swirled around the tired and hungry heard, as they followed long hilly trails, and climbed ridges; they galloped through fields of rocks and fallen trees. The bright moon shone on the rocks as the deer stepped over logs and trees that had fallen, stretching out of sight. The glowing yellow moon gave them plenty of light, making it easy for them to see where they were going. The tired deer tramped down walls of rocks and moved carefully along narrow ledges, snow changed into sheets of ice. When they stopped at a stream for a drink; Antonio noticed the stream was barely moving. The water was freezing so fast, it wasn’t flowing over stones and branches.

“Stop!” He shouted. “We must find another way down the mountain.”

Tony and Archie, not hearing him kept walking. A few steps later they slipped and took a long, hard fall on the slip pery snow. As they slid they tried to stop, but they slid in circles and after a log hard, dangerous slide, they crashed into a snow bank. Tony was all right, but Archie twisted his ankle badly.

“Are you alright?” Liz, Archie’s mother, called.

Antonio rushed towards them thinking both young deer were seriously injured, before he reached them they had dug themselves out of the snow.

Archie limped out first. He shook his head, stroked his leg, and tried to leap into the air. “I can still run, jump, and play like my Uncle Tony.” He said.

The deer had one more hill to cross before reaching the foot of the mountain. After that, they faced many miles of travel before they would reach a warmer climate. They followed a narrow, frozen stream; they reached a larger stream with a wide trail beside it that was clear and dry. Step by step, they climbed down the mountain. Snow changed into rain, and streams became small rivers. The deer crossed a large dry meadow as they galloped towards a forest, but there; the trail ended.

Antonio, the heard leader, decided to search farther downstream for a safer route to take. The deer were hungry, tired, and cold. They pressed on, leaping from rock to rock. After many hours of walking trotting, and galloping, they reached the foot of the mountain.

Then they faced another problem, a large river with hundreds of logs and trees floating in it. Antonio and Tony galloped to the edge of the river. Without thinking, Tony jumped onto a log. Antonio and the others followed, leaping from log to log until they reached the far shore.

Archie’s pain was so bad; he couldn’t leap from log to log too follow them. He looked at his family on the other bank. Sobbing with pain and fear, he leaped into the raging river and bravely fought his way across. Tony and Antonio rushed to help him, and pulled him onto the riverbank.

Now Archie’s leg was even worse. He moved painfully with every step. Soaked with freezing water, and exhausted from the long hard swim, Archie limped out first. He shook his head, stroked his leg, and tried to leap into the air. “I can still run jump and play like my Uncle Tony.” He moaned.

Liz rushed over to him as he muttered, “Help me! I'm cold and sick!” He lay on the freshly fallen snow, looking up at the bright, yellow moon shining through the clouds.

“Mom, help me! Help me get up! We have only a few miles to go.” Archie’s spirit was willing, but his body wouldn’t move.

Some of the other deer wanted to leave Archie behind, but, his mother snuggled against him to keep him warm.

“I left my son behind bin the Pacific Northwest alone,” Antonio said. “I thought I’d never see him again. He was lucky. I refuse to leave my daughter and grandson to die.” He lay down on the other side of Archie and looked up at the others. “It’ll be light in a few hours. Get some rest. When he sun comes up he’ll be strong enough to travel.” Suddenly, Archie felt a sharp pain on his right side, and numbness crept over him. It became difficult to move. His body was frozen down to the bones, and icicles hung from his thick, brown fur. He was trembling from the cold water in the icy river. Struggling to his feet, Archie turned slowly and looked at Uncle Tony with tears falling from his big, brown eyes. He took one step and crashed to the ground.

The following morning, as the sun rose, the herd galloped across creeks, jumped over more fallen trees, and waded through cold, calm rivers. As they galloped through large, green, leafy meadows, Liz asked Archie, “How do you feel?”

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