The wild plain was covered in tall light green grass that whipped in the wind as the sun came over the few small trees that shaded small parts of the plain. The trees had a small amount of little bright green leaves on the top of its bows. Along one of the trees was a lake that was just big enough to be called a lake. It was a deep flowing shade of dark blue. In the deep blue flashes of shiny fish went by almost unnoticed.


The fish were of all shapes and sizes. All swimming and eating. Swimming and eating. Having the same needs as each other. They cared not what each other looked like, but whether they were healthy and pure of heart.
Just like there friends on land: the deer.
Deer were leaping over the fences surrounding the plain. Some were hurt. Young were lost others. But the deer loved the ones that were left. They took care of each other like we as people should.

We should make it our own desire to be more like the deer and the fish of the plain. Caring and pure.

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"Holmes is a little too scientific for my tastes -- it approaches to cold-bloodedness"