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They are making so much noise next door cutting the grass, and I hated seeing you again this morning at the fence where you and your mother came in. You can't get out can you? and it's probably too late - your mother is gone. I don't know what to do with you. The brush is so dense, and animal control is not going to come back and walk in the backyard to flush you out - it just won't happen. So, every day, you look for your mother and my heart breaks.
You're both a metaphor and a real thing.
You must be so scared right now. Sometimes, I understand that notion that the kindest thing to do is kill something quickly. Are you going to really enjoy this amazing quality of life?
Not at all. I'm just going to leave you while I lament.
I hope so much that you make it. There have been so many deer in my back yard, and you're the only one I've even seen more than two days. How can I help you? How can I get your mother to come back and help you get the courage to jump the fence?
No clue.
Like many in the past in desperate situations.
I'll pray for you prey.
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