The last thing Arthur expected as he aimed his hunting gun at a deer was to hear the cry of a baby. Under the glare of the full moon, amidst the sound of chirping crickets in the forest, the animal stood beside a tree, completely oblivious of his presence and the danger he posed for it. Arthur was about thirty-five years old and of average height with a kind face. Between keeping his gun aimed at the deer, he wondered how a baby could come to be in the woods in the dead of the night. Perhaps, the baby’s mother was with it, he thought or maybe they were lost. Whatever the case, he did not appreciate the distraction. The deer he had in his sights was plump and he could already picture the savory meal it would make.
Last Updated : 2020-10-12
