Fawn's Arc

Chapter 1 of 6

Fawn paced near the fence, eyes fixed on the road. Spot would be home any minute now from Storyland Canada. The Easter Bunny had picked her because she was kind — not just to Fawn, but to everyone. That thought made his chest feel warm and tight at the same time. He'd tried to make everything perfect for her return. A mound of fresh hay sat near the stone outcrop where they used to sit as youngsters. The necklace — the one with the heart that caught the light just right — lay nestled in his hoof. He'd kept it there all afternoon, turning it over and over. Staying out of trouble was harder when Spot wasn't around to anchor him. A flash of movement on the road made him freeze. But it was just a truck passing by, not her at all. Fawn's stomach growled. He could smell something from the Hansens' house — something warm and salty. French fries, maybe. His body started to turn before his mind caught up. Wait. No. Spot deserved to come home to him here, not to an empty fence and another mess to clean up. He gripped the necklace tighter and sat down hard on the stone. His hooves stayed planted. The smell faded, and he was still there, waiting. For the first time in longer than he could remember, wanting to be somewhere mattered more than wanting to chase something else.