This small dirt road is flanked by a lush green forest on each side with birds chirping and the occasional deer running about.  Sometimes, you can find broken down wooden wagons left behind from ambushes carried out by bandits.
The small dirt road, Countryside
bird
deer
I am a deer. I live in a beautiful forest and am usually left alone. Sometimes the king and his friends try and hunt me with big packs of dogs. I don't like being chased.
It is a beautiful day and such a beautiful area we live in little bird, is it not? It is, indeed, friend deer!  So long as pesky humans do not go trampling by.  Just look at the mess these ones left here, tisk. I see. When the humans are near I am scared. They bring their noisy dogs and try to hunt me. I am much happier when they are gone. Yes, bad enough they hunt you, fleet of foot.  But I heard some of them have even taken to having birds of prey try and catch us small ones as well.  Just last week my cousin was taken. Oh that is horrible. I am sorry to hear that little friend. Thankfully we have hiding spots in this thick forest , though you probably more than I. True, true.  Sadly I dare not fly too far above the canopy, no matter how fair the weather.   Poor friend. Perhaps we could find something in the rubbish left behind to use as weapons? Oh, goodness. Weapons are a human construction - would we not turn into the same savage beasts that they are? Such wise words my friend. I bow to your wisdom. O-oh, do be careful not to crush me, friend dear.  One lost feather and I'll be an eagle's meal for sure! Terribly sorry! I do not always know my strength. Let's go for a walk shall we? I'll just perch on your head then, shall I?  Oh, let me eat this nut first.  I'd hate to drop it!