Allan stood there in the shed, his breath fogging in the bitter cold. The baby deer lay slumped on the floor, eyes half-closed and body still, its earlier resolve now replaced with utter exhaustion.
Allan’s pulse quickened; the baby deer laid there on the floor on the brink of collapse. He knelt beside the fawn, his hands trembling as he gently checked for signs of life. The baby’s breathing was shallow, its body weak and unresponsive.