Some words about deer I wrote when I was in college five years ago... I have already forgotten when the first time I met them was. One thing for sure is that when they were still in childhood I was there had met them at least some one or two times. Almost all animals in childhood, with an exception named naked mole and believe me you don’t want to appreciate any of them, possess a magic spell that could raise people's mercy and love. The two deer was raised within a fence built beside the hostel of my school. Of the two one is male and the other female. They were covered with brown fur with white spots on. They were so lovely that I could stare at them wasting all day away. I fancy deer. I guess this feeling was inspired by the children story Bambi Deer. I found that book on my grandfather’s bookshelf, and red it upon my pillow. A fantastic story about growing up that book is. How I wished I had been a deer wondering in the endless forests which is full of adventure. Months had passed before once I shew a friend of mine around the campus. The most proud part of my school I could think was the two happy deer. Reaching the place, at the first sight of them, however, I was staggered. They had changed, or in a more optimize word, grown. But the fact was that, they looked filthy. Every inch of their skin was covered with mud. Their brown fur had gone, white spots disappeared. I tried to come down thence to convince my friend that they were not the way they should have appeared. The dirty appearance is just an amour against drones. Days later I went to see them again. I was supposing if the keeper will attend them or, to say the least, clean them. Nothing changed. They came to me with the same appearance as days before. Watching them, all at once, I found that I didn’t really care what they looked like as long as they are deer. After all, their black watery eyes were still attractive.