My aunt sent me that story a little while ago, truly heartwarming. And slightly off topic, I'm always astounded by how tiny fawns are. I had a picture once (before my last computer went ka-boom) of a fawn that was left by its mother in a horse pasture for the day. The doe came back at night and picked the fawn up, but until then the horses kept on eye on the fawn. And in the midst of all this inspiring stuff, all I could think was "dang, that fawn hardly comes up to the horse's knee!"
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