It was a deer. That, in and of itself, wouldn’t have been odd, but the deer was staring right at Betsy, almost as if it knew her. Its eyes were intelligent, more intelligent than any deer Betsy had ever seen. She watched in awe as it moved, not in the usual cautious way of wildlife, but with an almost deliberate, confident saunter.
“What the…” Betsy said in a hushed tone, her voice trailing off in disbelief. The encounter felt surreal, like something out of a dream. The deer took one final look at her, its gaze unwavering, before turning on its heel and walking back into the forest.