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Stangurd Wood

We decided to follow our newly named ‘Rickydan’ into the Stangurd forest. She moved quickly and was skittish at every stopping point. Always looking about and sniffing the air as if she knew we were following her.

The forest grew dark as the wood began to thicken with old growth. The trees where huge. Massive columns holding up the sky. A thin deer or rickydan trail wove delicately through the wood. We followed it for what seemed hours and were getting anxious and disoriented.

I slumped down on a root the size of a dining room table to catch my breath. I looked to the right and noticed a bright light where the trail ended. “Dan look to your right what do you see?”

“Looks like a meadow” he replied.

We quickly recovered and ran to the meadow. The forest just ended and we found ourselves in a verdant meadow surrounded on all sides by the Stangurd.

“Well hello there!” bellowed a deep voice. We turned to see who had spoken and only saw a ten point rickydan buck. We just stared at each other stupefied.

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