I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST CURIOUS DEER—UNTIL I SAW WHAT THE LITTLE ONE WAS CARRYING
They came out of nowhere — just wandered up from the treeline while I was tossing hay near the fence. No fear, no hesitation. Like they’d been here before.
The bigger one had a calmness to him, like he was guarding. But the small one? The little one kept tilting its head at me, blinking slowly, like it was trying to tell me something.
I laughed and pulled out my phone to snap a photo —
“Today I got some guests,” I joked, even posted it with that caption.
But the moment after I took it, something strange happened.
The little one stepped forward. Right up to the fence. And dropped something.
At first, I thought it was a rock or a clump of mud.
But when I bent down to look closer, I froze.
It was a key.
Old, rusted, with a strip of red cloth tied to the top. The kind of thing you’d find in an antique store—or a mystery novel.
I glanced up, startled, but the deer were already gone.
