Remmant was the last of her kind. Her friends thought they had found the perfect way to keep her safe in the forest, safe from harm and from sickness. But would the “last one” still meet her last day before her time? And did she even want to stay alive?
In a cozy gray forest cave, a domicile of ancient rock formed years and years ago in the wood with an olden brown earth floor, sat a deer in her dwelling. Like a big, plush lump, she gently lay on the floor with her long, graceful legs tucked beneath her, so delicate that her body seemed to barely make a dent in the dirt. Her fuzzy upturned tan and white tail pointed up toward the cave’s low ceiling, which was barely high enough for her to avoid hitting her head, her poised face holding a dainty mouth and big, tender brown eyes looking out at the world with a gentle, almost understanding expression.
Now, she glanced at the cave’s entrance, an opening covered with long intertwined leaves hanging down like a flap to hide the deer’s home. Tiny glints of sunlight poked in through the leaves, which had been woven together by her owl friend, Omnisha, and some other birds of the woodland years ago upon her birth. As the deer peered at the bits of penetrating sun (which she also noticed brought much warmth into her normally dark, gray cave), the bottom of cave entrance spread apart a bit, just enough so that the aardvark came in, dragging in his mouth the end of a device that he said humans call “rope.” As he walked, the aardvark pulled the rope so that it ran under his neck, between his legs and under his tummy, running back alongside his tail. At the rope’s end was an old piece of flat bark with a flattened middle—filled with grasses from the forest. The aardvark dragged this bark plate to the back of the cave where the deer, Remmant, was beginning to stand. Remmant’s large brown rabbit friend, who was about Aardvark’s size, came hopping in behind Aardvark.
“Thank you,” said Remmant in a mellow voice, bowing her head down to look the aardvark directly in the eye. “You did not have to bring me such a huge feast today, for you brought much for me at midday.”
The aardvark’s tapering mouth upturned into a small smile. “I chose the longest grasses only, Remmant,” he said, quickly. “That’s why ©Brenna Pierson