He
felt that there was warmth at the sides. He guessed the dear was pregnant and
her baby was waiting to come out, but it was impossible. The poet felt pity as
it was impossible for the fawn to be born.
For some
time, engine was making a low continuous sound. He sttod in the hot smoke. He
realized the isolation and he was hearing something. He did not have any option
so he pushed the deer over the edge into the river.
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