Once in a forest, a majestic hart lived. One sunny day, a group of hunters entered the forest, determined to capture him. Startled by the hunters' presence, the hart swiftly fled, desperate to find a hiding place.
During his frantic search, he discovered a large plant with thick leaves. It offered complete cover, effectively hiding the hart from the hunters. Feeling safe beneath the plant, the hart held his breath as the hunters strolled past.
The hunters searched but failed to find the hart. They eventually conceded defeat and left. Under the plant, the hart felt a wave of relief and security.
Feeling both secure and hungry after the fright, the hart started to nibble on the leaves of the plant that had provided him shelter. They were delicious and juicy. However, as he fed, the branches rustled, making noise.
The noise piqued the hunters' interest. They turned back, noticing the shaking plant. Intrigued, they aimed their arrows towards the rustling sound.
Unfortunately, the arrows hit their target, and the hart was struck. As the hart lay on the forest floor, he understood his mistake. He regretted eating the leaves of the plant that had kept him safe. He knew he had brought this calamity upon himself because he had harmed the one who had helped him.
Once upon a time, in a forest that was like the "Beverly Hills of Forests", there lived a really cool hart. This guy thought he was the superstar of the woods.
One sunny day, the sky was as blue as a blueberry slushie, and here comes a group of hunters. These weren't your ordinary hunters; these guys were loud and clumsy, like they were at a birthday party instead of a hunt. "Hey, where did he go?!" one of them said, really confused, "I swear I just saw him dancing behind that tree!"
Our hart, who had a flair for the dramatic, thought, "Uh-oh, gotta get away from these noisy folks! They're really cramping my style." So, he ran really fast, almost like he had rocket shoes, and looked for a place to hide. That's when he found the ultimate plant—huge, thick leaves that made the perfect hiding spot. Almost like the best fort ever!
Once he jumped into his leafy hideaway, he could hear the hunters talking and laughing, totally clueless about where he was. "Maybe they'll get bored and play video games instead," he thought.
After what felt like the longest game of hide-and-seek ever, the hunters finally gave up. They turned around to leave, and our hart felt like a champion. Then he thought, "Wow, I’m kinda hungry. These leaves did save me, maybe they're tasty too!” So he started to eat them.
Crunch! Munch! The noise was loud, like someone eating chips in a library. The hunters’ ears perked up as if they'd just heard someone say "free candy." "Did you hear that?!" one hunter asked. "Sounds like someone’s eating something crunchy!”
Curious, they turned back towards the noise. The hart realized he messed up and thought, “Oops, my bad! Didn’t mean to give us away, leaves!” But it was too late. The hunters aimed, let their arrows fly, and—boom—the hart was caught.
As he lay there, he couldn’t help but think, “Oh man, of all the silly things I’ve ever done, eating my hiding spot is the silliest! Why did I snack on the one thing that was keeping me safe?” And there he was, understanding sometimes it’s not a good idea to munch on the thing that’s got your back.
Deep in the woods, where big trees start,
Lived a graceful and kind-hearted hart.
One day, hunters with intentions so sly,
Came to the woods, making the hart fly.
He looked left and right, high and low,
For a place to hide, a safe spot to go.
Then, a big plant with leaves so wide,
Became the hart's perfect place to hide.
Hidden and still, not making a sound,
The hart watched as hunters looked around.
They searched and they searched, but couldn’t see,
The smart hart hiding, so they let him be.
With hunters gone, the hart was so glad,
But his tummy rumbled, a bit hungry he felt, just a tad.
The leaves overhead seemed a tasty delight,
He nibbled them slowly, enjoying each bite.
But the plant shook and rustled out loud,
Drawing the hunters back, a curious crowd.
They saw the plant shake and aimed without a doubt,
Their arrows flew true, with the hart now found out.
As the hart lay there, thinking of his deed,
He wished he’d been wiser, and taken heed.
For sometimes the things that keep us secure,
Are best left untouched, pure and demure.
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