She Is Almost a Pet

She is a sweet docile being the baby key deer I have no idea what to think, I cannot get very near You can take my word for it, she is not a creature to fear I strain my eyes to a window in overtime gear. What is her name? I ask the man of the house, Mr. Dyfe. I am not sure if we have named her, he said, asking his wife. I call her sweetie pie, she tells us, she is full of mirth and life. She shows no sign of struggle, stress, anxiety, or any kind of strife. Is she almost a pet? I ask, truly wanting to know. The husband acts weird about this. Ask so-and-so. The daughter laughs with a giggle that has a warm glow. She is a truly wonderful family member, this little doe.