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pounding on the tarmac. In the beam of the headlights, Jasmine saw Ella kneeling in front of the car, her head in her hands, sobbing loudly, next to a brown mound of something Jasmine couldn’t make out.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” panted Dad. “Is Ella OK?” cried Mum.“What happened?” “Ella’s fine,” said Dad.“It’s a deer.We hit a deer
on the track.”
Mum ran towards the car, Jasmine following
her. She could see now that the brown mound was actually a beautiful deer, stretched out on its side with its eyes open in a fixed stare. Ella was hunched on her knees beside it, rocking to and fro with her head in her hands, wailing.
“Ella, are you OK?” asked Mum, crouching in front of her.“Were you hurt? Are you injured?”
“I’m a murderer,” Ella wailed.“I’ve killed a deer.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” said Dad.“Deer are really hard to avoid if they run across the road in
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