The deer saw his owner being attacked. What he did was amazing. It had been a particularly snowy winter in Alaska. Lolita Marlin trudging through the snowdrifts on her snowmobile, grumbled about it every time, and looked forward to the the arrival of spring. Her house was right by the woods, and the elderly woman, no matter the season, always enjoyed the spectacular beauty of the wilderness.
Of course, the road leading to her house was not a pleasant one, but Ms. Lolita tried not to pay much attention to it. She had recently moved here and hardly considered herself an old timer. The fact was that after 15 years of working a saleswoman job, Miss Lolita’s health had deteriorated rapidly. Her cough, shortness of breath, and high blood pressure caused her to reconsider her attitude towards life in general.
The endless medical examinations, the therapeutic and prophylactic treatments none of these work, and in the end they left the old woman feeling dejected. Fortunately, among a panel of doctors, there was one physician who advised Ms. Lolita to change his place of residence and moved to an area with clean air. Thus selling her place in Louisiana, Ms. Lolita bought a house in Alaska, where, away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, she could finally breathe clean air.
A lumber yard keeper, Lolita lived like a true hermit, feeling at one with nature every second of the day. In time, Ms. Lolita had become addicted to fishing and spent all her free moments on the Lake. She rarely went to the store, preferring to stock up on groceries, especially during the winter when the beautiful landscape was covered by snow. One day, while atop her snowmobile and on her way back from shopping, Miss Lolita saw a small Gray beast running across the well trodden path.
In the process, the mysterious little thing nearly was run over by the skids of the snowmobile. Miss Lolita stopped and looked around. The old woman got off the snowmobile and, seeing a series of small footprints leading into the bushes, stepped closer. There, among the thickets covered with the thick layer of snow, Ms. Lolita found a little deer cub watching wearily through its beady eyes.
Hey, Lil baby, what are you doing here alone in the middle of the woods? You must be lost. Or did you get caught by surprise in the Blizzard? Miss Lolita asked excitedly. Of course, the wild creature couldn’t give the elderly woman, who was trying so hard to become friends with her a real answer.
All of a sudden, the Brown cub climbed up on his paws and, wiggling his black nose from side to side, began breathing in air. Noisily. Ms. Lolita turned around and saw a bag of groceries lying in the basket of the snowmobile and understood at once. Oh, so you must be hungry, right?
Give me a second, little person. I’ll be quick, said the elderly woman. She took a folding knife from her pocket and cut off a strip of grass for the deer cub. The cub grunting happily accepted the treat, almost bitingly down the finger. When the deer pup had eaten enough, it crawled out of its hiding place in the bushes and fearlessly approached the old woman.
Well, what am I supposed to do with you? I can’t leave you in the woods. You’ll die out here. Come with me. I live alone, and you won’t be a mom, suggested Miss Lolita, and put the animal behind the pouch on her down jacket.
To her surprise, the deer cub behaved calmly, as if he’d ridden in a snowmobile all his life. When she arrived at the house, Ms. Lolita opened the door and, pulling the little forest animal out from behind the pocket, invited him inside. The little deer fluffed up at first, ruffling his fur as he smelled an unfamiliar odor coming from the woman’s home. Then he shook himself off as if to clean himself up, and stepped hesitantly over the doorstep.
Look at you, all well mannered, just like a real Lord. It’ll be your name, won’t it? Lord said in admiration and closed the door behind him. In the heat, the deer cub warmed up, and after eating another portion of nuts laid down to sleep by the fireplace. He didn’t look like a woodland wild animal.
He looked like a puppy, thought Miss Lolita, wiping away a tear. Lord lived in her house for about a week, and then, when the weather improved, he begged to go outside. Once there, after giving Ms. Lolita a long, grateful look, the deer cub ran off into the woods. Well, I guess he must have felt the call of his ancestors beside the old woman, watching the cub fleeing.
The deer cub had been gone for about two days, and when Miss Lolita had mentally bid him farewell, the wild animal came to her himself. He found the old woman at the Lake, where the woman, taking advantage of the good weather, decided to fish. So you remember your little brat, exclaimed Miss Lolita, petting the deer cub. In response, Lord turned and twisted and licked the old woman’s cheek. From then on, the deer cub paid periodic visits to Ms.
Lolita, mostly in the evening or evening hours after her arrival coincided with the worsening weather conditions, which would consistently bring blizzards and cold weather to the area. For this reason, Ms. Lolita jokingly called Lord a barometer for his innate sensitivity and alertness. One day the deer cub came not alone, but with a guest looking out the window, the old woman was dumbfounded. Beside Lord stood another mature deer who seemed to be Lord’s mother.
Well, that’s one pair you could paint a picture, Miss Lolita whispered admiringly, keeping her eyes on the deer family. Afterwards, the old woman often saw deer tracks not far from the house. Apart from her stealthy presence, however, the dear mother gave him no trouble at all. Miss Lolita told no one about her friendship with the deer family, cautiously maintaining the mystery of her great guests. As time went on, Lord was growing into a fit teenage deer.
One evening, while cleaning the house, the woman heard a loud, piercing moan outside the window. Ms. Lolita opened the door wide to see Lord and his mother standing 50 yards from the house with their muzzles up. The wild animal moaned loudly, as if trying to share their forest secrets with the sky. Much to the old woman’s surprise, Lord refused to enter the house again and after a minute or two disappeared with his mother into the woods.
What’s the matter? I wonder if he offended or something, Lolita thought, then closed the door opposite mindedly forgetting to turn the key in the keyhole. The woman believed that in such a remote area nothing could possibly hurt her, and thus she often neglected her own safety. Unfortunately, this evening this habit played a cruel trick on her. Lolita did not notice the three men approaching her house, looking around anxiously and opening the front door.
What a stroke of luck. It wasn’t even locked, muttered a nasty, smoky voice that belonged to one of the unexpected guests. Who are you and what do you want? Asked Miss Lolita nervously at the sight of the heavily armed visitors. Her response was a blow to the chest with the butt of a shotgun.
All right, old woman, that was so you could understand this a little better. We need to eat and warm ourselves up, and if you do as we say, you’ll live, replied one of the bandits, who seem to be the boss. What the bandits did not know was that Ms. Lolita was no coward and would lunge at them with her fists. The robbers, however, due to their superiority in numbers and Miss Lolita’s old age, were able to quickly knock her down and throw her to the floor before tying her up.
At that moment, Lord’s lean silhouette appeared in the doorway and with the furious snarl, attacked the uninvited guests. The robbers were confused by the sudden appearance of a teenage deer cub. Lord fought fiercely, seeking to tear his attackers to shreds, and the first to come to his senses was the boss, who, raising his rifle, shot the deer Cove in the side. There was a loud pop and a sharp smell of gunpowder in the air. Lord, wounded, fell to the floor, refusing to let go of the Bandit’s ankle clamped in his horns.
The rapidly expanding pool of blood beneath his body was a clear indication that he’d been hurt badly. Hey, woman, what even is this? Why are there deers here? Shouted the chief, kicking the bound old woman. At that moment, the robber shifted his gaze to the door and a cold shiver ran down his spine.
What he saw was a huge Brown deer looking right back at him. She was here to help her son and his friend. The vicious wild animal threw the robber to the floor with lightning speed. The other two accomplices took this opportunity to start running away, but the Madden mother Wolf wasn’t going to let them. While the robbers screamed in pain and fought off their predator, the deer puff lie on its side, breathing heavily.
Miss Lolita, who miraculously managed to free herself from her restraints, Gave Lord first aid and bandaged the wound. Come on, old man, let us go to you here. I give you my word. We’ll go quietly and we won’t hurt you. We escaped from prison and we don’t want to go back.
Let us go. Have some mercy, grunted the boss with the mother deer standing beside him. Fang’s beard. But miss Lolita was relentless and immediately called the police. When the police arrived on the scene, they immediately arrested the robbers and took them to the police station.
Ms. Lolita did not even witness that happened, for the wounded Lord lay in front of her on the floor on the verge of death. Miss Lolita never left the deer cub, doing his best to help it survive. The dear mother was also there, Warming her baby up with her body. Three days later, Lord was gone.
The mother deer, Owing to her animal instincts, Stopped eating and drinking after the death of her deer cub. This made her look frail and thin. The mother outlived her pup by only five days and died from the exhaustion caused by the unspeakable anguish and pain of losing her first born.
Miss Lolita buried the deer family on the hillside not far from the house, which offered an excellent view of the Woods Where the deer Pat loved to Hunt in the evening. Sitting by the fireplace, Lolita Marlin often recalled his first encounter with the little Wolf pup in the woods.