: Once, in the vicinity of the immeasurable oversized old trees there was glade, where, like a patriarch of the forest, there was still a stag proud, rising its antlers upward as the tree branches. This animal only had a sleek fur coat while in the morning light was filtering through trees around fifty. His legs were strong, his eyes were great and noble, the stalk and step of the stag were hushed, though it dominated the forest in its nearness. The wind was staying still; the only noise heard was the sound of leaves as the stag remained to take a look at his dominion – splendor of the wild.

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