Deer Fur

The deer that lived long ago on the Yucatán Peninsula had always had enough food for a decent, carefree life. They had enough space, and the climate was just right. And yet there was something that made them live in constant fear, never letting their guard down. Their beautiful, shiny fur made it really difficult for them to hide or disguise themselves from all the dangers on the peninsula, wedged as it was between the Caribbean Sea and the Gulf of Mexico.

One day, a young stag stopped by a clearing in the forest. He wanted to drink from the stream running through it, but suddenly a group of huntsmen surrounded him. At once, the air was filled with the swishing of their arrows, intended to shoot the poor stag.

The young stag turned tail and ran, not even thinking of the right direction. The only thought he had was to get as far away from the hunters as possible and save his skin. It wasn’t long before he tripped over a branch on the ground and fell into a cave. Because of the utter darkness, the stag couldn’t see the tip of his nose, but there was a small crevice high above his head through which he could watch the silhouettes of the puzzled hunters scouring the forest and looking for him.

When they finally left, the stag tried to get up, but he felt a sharp pang of pain in his leg.

“Ow!” moaned the stag.

That’s when the cave lit up with fire. Terrified at first, he had no idea that he had fallen into the cave of good shamans, who loved all the animals in the world. When they saw the injured stag, they decided to help him immediately. They put healing…