THE WORLD OF STORY
THE STORY OF AN OLD STAG’S AND HIS SON
In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, lived a magnificent old stag. His antlers, gnarled and twisted with age, were a testament to the countless winters he had weathered. His once-sleek coat, now peppered with gray, still held a regal air. He was the undisputed king of the forest, respected by all.
The Young Stag’s Quest:
His son, a young stag with vibrant, velvety antlers, was eager to prove himself worthy of his father’s title. With a heart full of ambition and a spirit as wild as the forest itself, he yearned for adventure.
Fatherly Advice:
One day, the old stag, sensing his son’s restlessness, called him close. “My son,” he began, his voice filled with wisdom, “the forest is vast and full of wonders. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Always protect your herd and respect the balance of nature.”
The young stag nodded, his eyes filled with determination. “I promise, Father,” he replied. “I will make you proud.”
The Young Stag’s Adventures:
With his father’s blessing, the young stag set off on his journey. He explored the winding paths of the forest, crossed the babbling brooks, and climbed the towering mountains. He encountered a variety of creatures, some friendly and helpful, others wary and cautious.
A Hero’s Test:
One day, as he was drinking from a crystal-clear pond, he heard a commotion. A group of hunters had entered the forest, their dogs barking loudly. The young stag knew he had to protect his herd. With a mighty roar, he charged towards the hunters, scattering them and their dogs.
A King Is Born:
The hunters, stunned by the stag’s bravery, retreated. The young stag had saved his herd, proving himself a worthy leader. When he returned to his father, the old stag’s eyes were filled with pride. “You have done well, my son,” he said. “You are truly a king.”
From that day forward, the young stag ruled the forest with wisdom and courage. He remembered his father’s words and always strove to protect the balance of nature. And though he grew old and his antlers became as gnarled as his father’s, his spirit remained as wild and free as the forest he loved.
