The Deer Trail on Swallow Creek

The day was as terrifying as the night near my house. People walking around, scientists performing tests on me and my family, and most of all, the wildlife. My family and I lived near a shut-down old bike trail in the middle of the woods, where squirrels would go to get something to eat, and foxes would have there kits in the spring. It was nice living here when these people weren't here. Now it's just sad. Anytime an animal would walk into the yard, they would capture it and run experiments on it. I decided to finally run away from it all.

I slunk upstairs and looked out the window. All clear. I opened the window and crept down the side of the house, silently landing in the shrubbery. I looked out into the yard, scouting for people. None what-so-ever. After waiting a few seconds, I ran into the woods. The trees appeared as blurred, and my feet felt like they weren't touching the ground. I was free. No more experiments, no more scientists, no more captivity. I was finally free.

By the time I stepped into the clearing, I was doubled over. I didn't care, I was away from that horrible place. When I caught my breath and looked up, I was amazed. Flowers of every color covered the ground like a vibrant carpet. And in the center of the clearing, laying on the ground, was an albino baby deer. It was so majestic. I took one step towards it, and it sprung up, but soon collapsed with a cry of pain. I soon realized, this animal was hurt. I walked to it and reached out my hand.

The deer sniffed my hand, and surprised me with a lick. It then slid towards me and lay it's head on my hand. It had blue eyes that shined like a sapphire gemstone. I slowly picked it up and began carrying it to the river.

I lowered it into the river, and gasped as the deer started glowing. Swallows started singing as the deer turned into an adult. Out of the creek it walked, in all it's glory and majesty. It's antlers were sparkling like ice sickles in the winter. My heart stopped as it looked at me and bowed. "Thank you for your kindness, little girl. I know of your predicament, and I am here to help. Follow me." It said, walking towards the house. I followed.

We approached the house, and the scientists were alerted. They shot at the deer, but it wasn't affected. A sharp, screeching sound resonated through the air. The scientists escaped with the deer chasing after them. I just watched after them. That's how I named it Deer Trail on Swallow Creek.