The dogs spent a lot of time out in the woods behind the camp buildings. After breakfast one morning I was on hand to see them return to camp carrying something between them. At first it was hard to tell what it was, but when they carefully picked their way through the salal and ferns at the edge of the woods and came down on to the property, I saw that it was an orphaned tiny fawn. The poor thing was drooping, half dead, and one dog had a grip on it behind the ears and the other had it just above the little tail. I guess they saw me there and brought it over, dropped it in the dirt near where I was standing and sat down to wait. I ran to the kitchen and told the camp director who came running over, picked it up and hurried it away to check it over. It lived, but just barely. I got to help bottle feed and care for it the rest of my time at camp that season.
The next summer when I went back, it was a fully-grown, beautiful doe dubbed...you guessed it! "Bambi." And she liked Sugar Daddy suckers, and did not hesitate to nibble at my jeans pocket until I gave her my candy.
And now you know another one of my stories from long ago.
Shawn
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