Allan crouched in the swirling snow, desperate for a solution. Touching the fawn might doom it to abandonment, yet leaving it in the storm felt cruel. He went back to his shed in the hopes of finding something that could lure the deer from the spot it was glued to.
He also needed something –anything– that might lure the baby deer away without startling or provoking it. Allan had a terrible back and he didn’t want to risk getting injured while picking the fawn up. His eyes then fell on an old squeaky toy that belonged to a neighbor’s dog years ago.