by VitanisMate » January 17th, 2011, 9:32 pm
The fawn looked up in the air whistling. "I don't know what you are speaking of 'my little Membo.'" The doe was shocked at first but then she looked angry, though not at Membo. "You made him trip?!" The fawn shook his head. "Nope." The doe fawn said, "I don't believe you. Come on Membo." The fawn thought, 'You'll regret that Membo.' He ran off and found his mother. "I need to tell you that Membo and that doe fawn are with eachother."