Sleepy Fox Hollow sonnenaufgang

he led his son to explore snail shells and the casting left by a slug. he showed anselm squirrel pellets and chatted gaily about types of red birds which made their hollow home. 
and eventually they came to the deer, a beautiful fine young doe, who stood a scarce fifty yards from the man and boy and only blinked her dark eyes quite placidly, not at all afraid.
mahler settled himself. "your sister phaedra, ve vonce saw a stag. she gave him a name."
the wolf watched the doe, then glanced at anselm. "wie denkst du sollen wir sie nennen?"