Sometimes he wondered how he wound up with his companion. After all, harts were common enough but to have one as a companion was unheard of. To have one that constantly seemed to be laughing at him, well... that was just his luck.
It became tradition for him to sip at his tea while his companion would graze. Sometimes he thought about releasing it, letting it run free and wild like it did before him. Maybe he would get lucky that time, he would muse, and get a wolf or even a cougar instead of a giant deer.
But then his companion would raise its head and look at him with its big, black eyes, and he would get the feeling that even if he DID release the creature, it would merely return to follow him around, silently laughing the entire time.
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