A deer appeared in the mountain where wolves haunt
Of course, the deer was easy prey for the wolves
But the deer thought differently
The deer caught the approaching wolf and ate it
As the wolf was being eaten, the wolf thought to himself,
"Why do I have to go through this?
The deer was summoned by God
God said, "I made you a herbivore
So why are you eating the wolf?
The deer replied
My body may be herbivorous
But my heart is not
That is why I eat wolves
God did not make me so that my heart would not desire wolves
Therefore I eat wolves
The mountain of Nevad was named after the her
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A deep metaphoric story that strikes deep at human nature and individuality. We are not always what we are expected to be. A most interesting read
Unlike other deer, she has a strong will embedded in her personality, and will probably head in a good direction.
One to make you think a bit
Thank you! It's a bit thinking time.
You are very welcome
I like this! Forget what your assigned to be and become who you are as a person! Kinda feel bad for the wolf😂
I felt bad for the wolf. The deer ate deliciously, holding back tears.
Bravo
Thank you very much!
Thank you
Against all the odds, the deer survived. Surely a story of courage in the face of extreme danger. People can be like that too. Enjoyed the read rin. All best wishes.
I thought the deer character would match a strong-willed woman, so I decided to use a feminine noun.thanks for enjoying it
Defiance does not aid transformation it only allows others to witness the occurrence to have taken place. Appearances can be deceptive.
It's sharp. If the only information you have is appearances, few people will be able to eliminate their preconceptions even if they consider things from there.
Now that's sharp! So goes the saying about being judged by the cover. Sad when people jump the gun. Another saying. But oh so true.
Proverbs are the result of a historical accumulation of experience, so I'm glad you taught me this.
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