In a dense riverside forest there lived a stag that was beautiful to look at. Tall, with bright brown eyes and gentle nose, he always held his neck at an angle that was graceful and majestic. From the golden-brown coat that was speckled with grey-white spots, to the tip of his short black tail, every inch of him was a delight to look at. Even among the hundred deer that lived in the forest, there were none that looked as beautiful as him. This stag’s crowning glory was his antlers.
One day, almost close to winter, the stag went to take a long drink of water from the river. After he finished he stood there listening to the sounds around him. Suddenly his eye fell on the water. Before him stood a magnificent stag and he had the most stunning pair of antlers. The stag lowered his head to get a quicker look and to his amazement, the stag in the water too did the same. Almost two feet high, with a strong beam, the antlers curved inwards, almost like carved tree branches.
“Oh my god,” he thought in wonder, “that’s me. All that they have been saying about me is true. I’m truly beautiful!”