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He curls up in the undergrowth, snout to tail, ears alert. His mama has given him splotchy dots all over his tiny body to keep him safe.
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When she returns he will leap up with joy, awkward bandy legs splaying out in all directions - a dance of relief.
oil painting by saidthefawn - photograph by Jeff Dyck
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