Flash Fiction

Cool green grass, then a warm snout. It's mother. Her head picks me up and sets me on my wobbily legs. I fall, she picks me up; and I fall again. She's patient and soon I am stumbling along, then walking, then running, then frolicking.
Others join me; my friends all born on the same cool grass. We race through the field and forest, calling and laughing with each other. For years we run, laugh, and race. Our antlers begin to grown in and soon we are fighting, heat-butting, and playing. We still race, but today we stop our run. There is a strange black river that cuts through the forest in front of us. Strong head goes first and shows us that we can walk across the black river. Big hoof follows, so does Rough Fur. I am last and they call to me from the other side, "Small spot!" Listening to their egging calls I leap into the black river. Landing in the middle I hear a roar and freeze. There are two bright, angry eyes charging at me. I can't move and the beast behind the eyes strike me. A thud sounds through me. The sideways green forest fades to black.