'They are jumping after a poor little deer that's in the tree; he's hanging there.'

No sooner had she started for the little deer than she slowed.

But the fawn has sort of intervened, 1 mean the Pan job, you know, not the sweet little deer.

Look more like wild dogs than cute little deer.

Once they found a miserable little deer, scrawny, with an arrow in it, that had managed to forage beneath the snow and survive.

I was really getting attached to that little white deer.

A vivid image of the crunching of the little deer flashed across my mind's eye.

Seven years ago, a young woman of this region gave birth to a little fawn deer.

But the little deer don't get the chance.

But there you were, wide open to those little deer, and suddenly, you're hit by what motherhood and death and loss all mean.