...And with that, the newly transformed deer turned back to the forest to flee from the hunters. But running on four hooves was something the animal was not quite used to. In it's panic, the deer tripped on a root and stumbled to regain it's balance. One of the hunters saw his opening and quickly lifted his rifle. A crack of thunder. A bolt of pain ripped into the deer's side. To its' credit, the deer made it a few yards into the brush before the pain of a collapsing lung caused it to unceremoniously flop on the ground. Calmly the group of hunters surrounded their bleeding prey. One of them unsheathed a large shiny knife from his belt and knelt beside the wounded animal. The deer offered no resistance as its' head was lifted from the ground and its' throat cut. With the life force bleeding out of its' sucking wound, the dying deer saw the group of hunters giving each other high-fives, exclaiming that they would be having fresh venison for dinner tonight. The deer's last thoughts cursed the cruel fate that caused it to turn from one of the hunters and into the hunted.