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The large white buck hadn't left his garden for almost the whole day; something the wasn't a norm for the gentle fellow. Those who noticed would have watched as herbs were gathered and dyed like normal; but this time some were being burned and sweet smoke filled the arm around his garden. Soft hums could be heard and a smile was on his face. Nothing seemed to be wrong; on the contrary, everything was perfectly fine. The sun would stretch over the sky before it began to fall; leaving the sky a beautiful golden. Once the bright light fell being replaced by the soft moon, the buck did something that was strange. Walking into his hallow tree; coming out without his red hat or apron.

In all sense of the word, the garden tending male was now nude. At a slow pace, he took a steady stroll away from his home and garden; twords the open meadow in the heart of the forest smelling of that sweet smoke that he had previously let fill the area aroused his garden. Not a word was spoken, only silence.

Slow.

Steady.

Calm.

Approaching the opening of the meadow, coming to a stop. Radish stood.
Lifting his head up and gazing upon the moon. Round, full and staring right back at him in his skyclad.

art, charter © Carry