Written by Marylin Kraker of Michigan (USA)

It was late when we returned to our rural home after a Whitecaps baseball game, and we heard a very loud bleating, like a goat. We found a fawn with its leg twisted in the wire fence across the road. It was one of the twins I had been watching for a couple of weeks.

My two sisters were visiting and helped hold the little fawn down while we tried to figure out how to get it loose. My partner ran to the house for wire cutters, but by the time he got back we had managed to turn the fawn so his leg came loose.

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