Why do they come to me?
I feel like he is hungry.
I can't figure out what he needs.
I don't know if I should feed him. It seems like no. I don't know what to do.
I've heard rustling when I get in and out of the car and I think this may be the little one that is living in front of the game room window. And now that I think about it… I think this is the "dog" Chrissy and I saw int he front yard the other day,
What do you want, little deer? Are you hungry? Where is your family?
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