Mort's, the big brown dog, wants milk.

Mom took Mort for a walk today. He wanted milk to drink before the walk, but mom said to wait and see.

On the walk, Mort sees a deer and thinks outloud, " It looks delicious, can I have the deer mom?" Mort looks up at his mom with a beg.

"Yes." Mort says to his mom, as he licks his lips. "The deer would taste very good. "













Mort, the big brown dog, then notices baby deer in the graveyard nearby.
With a begging look towards his mom, not taking his eys off the little spotted fawns, he wants to know if it will be ok to eat the little ones instead.
Mort thinks they would fit in his belly better.
















The fawns heard what Mort said and were scared Mort might really eat them. They call loudly for their mother to come and rescue them.

The mommy deer stamped her foot in anger and frustration.

"No one is going to eat my babies." she stomped into the ground with her hooves.

"What a very bad dog you are, indeed." she says.

The mommy deer promptly decides to take her babies and leave.

She said, Mort was a wicked brown dog for wanting to eat her babies. Mort thought otherwise. Mort's mommy wasn't so sure.











Mort, was saying, he wanted to drink milk. Mort seen the deer and thought they would be good to eat.

Mort's mother and the fawn's mother thought Mort should not eat babies, even if they would fit in his belly.

Mort settled for Puppy Paws ice cream and "owning" a bush. He did not eat the delicious deer. The deer were very thankful.