Once upon a time, in the dense heart of the forest, a stag fell ill. Despite his weakness, he found enough energy to collect some food and seek refuge in a quiet clearing. His only wish was to rest until he could regain his strength.
Soon, news of the stag's ailment traveled through the forest, reaching the ears of the other animals. Out of concern, they visited him, but their stomachs growled with hunger when they saw the stash of food the stag had gathered.
Instead of respecting the stag's hard-earned supplies, they began to nibble on it. First a mouthful here, then a bite there, until the pile of food dwindled with each passing day.
As the food disappeared, the stag's condition worsened. He needed nutrition, but there was nothing left for him. His visitors came and went, their bellies full while his own remained empty.
Eventually, weakened and starved, the stag breathed his last, leaving behind the quiet clearing and his emptied food cache. His well-wishers had unintentionally become the takers of his life, a reminder that good intentions must be accompanied by thoughtful actions.
Once upon a time, deep inside a forest that was so packed even the trees bumped into each other, a stag felt super icky. Imagine feeling like your hooves were stuck in mud—that's how sick he was. But hey, a stag's gotta eat, right? So, he wobbled his way to a cozy spot—a clearing—and said, "This is where I'll hang out and get better."
"Ah, finally! Some peace and quiet," he sighed. "This is just what I need."
News flew around the forest like a game of telephone that our stag friend wasn't feeling well. So, a bunch of animals showed up, saying they were worried about him.
"Whoa, stag! You look like you've been tackled by a bear!" said a squirrel, eyeing the food stash nearby. "But hey, nice pile of snacks!"
"Thanks, but I need those to get better, you know?" said the stag. "I'm not throwing a party here!"
The animals nodded, pretending to get it. But really, their tummies were rumbling like drums. They started sneaking bites from the stag's food.
"Mmm, this leaf is tasty!" said a rabbit.
"Are you gonna eat all these nuts?" chirped a bird.
Soon, the stag's mountain of food turned into a molehill. And he felt worse and worse.
"Come on, guys! You're eating all my goodies?" said the stag. "You're like the cousins who eat all the ice cream!"
His animal pals just shrugged. "Oh, we thought you were sharing," they said, bellies round and full.
As time went by, the stag felt so weak he couldn't stand anymore. Lying there, he thought about all the fun things he'd never get to do—like run really, really fast in an open field—and sighed.
"Alright, fine. I give up. Naptime forever," he whispered.
And just like that, the stag closed his eyes for the last time. His so-called friends had eaten all his food and left him with nothing. It was like they cared, but not really. Sometimes being a good friend means more than just saying hi—it means not gobbling up all of someone's snacks.
Deep in the woods, not far, you'll find,
A stag who's sick, but still so kind.
He found a spot where he could stay,
And hoped to heal and dance one day.
Word spread fast through tree and vine,
"Let's visit Stag, and make sure he's fine!"
His friends all came, they cared a lot,
But soon they spied what Stag had got.
He’d gathered food so he could heal,
A stash that made their tummies feel
Just like they had to take a bite,
And so they did, both day and night.
The food grew less, oh, what a plight!
For poor old Stag, it wasn't right.
His friends still came, their hunger tamed,
While Stag grew weak, his strength unclaimed.
At last, dear Stag could fight no more,
He left us for another shore.
His friends had meant to wish him well,
But took too much, and then he fell.
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