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The word "deer" excited a wag of Elfie's tail and somewhat dreamy look in his eyes, as he recalled the taste of venison. He had not seen the beasts in person, being still too young and small to be taken on the hunt for the big guys. Besides there were plenty of small game around to keep everyone fed, therefore it was not very likely that they would set out for a hunt soon. 

"Where is daddy's antlers?" Elfie asked, having assumed that all species, not just deer, got the head-dress. "Will I have them too?" this was even more exciting thought.