He didn’t know that he was being watched the entire time. From a distance, behind some bushes, the small fawn — the same one he had tried to shoot that morning — followed his every move.

The fawn waited. And when it realized the man was sound asleep, it cautiously stepped out of the bushes. Its thin legs trembled, but curiosity outweighed fear.

It approached the sleeping man. It sniffed the air. Then it stretched its tiny muzzle toward him and stopped just a f

few centimeters from his face, as if checking whether he was still alive.