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She put the kettle on and went out to the scullery, where Dad kept the bottle-feeding equipment for the lambs. From the cupboard under the sink, she fetched a bottle, a rubber teat, a sachet of colostrum formula and a small whisk.
While she was whisking the powder into the boiled water, Dad went to the garage to fetch Sky’s puppy crate.
“Maybe seeing the fawn will make Ella feel a bit better,” he said when he returned.
“It might make her feel worse,” said Jasmine. “Knowing that Dotty’s an orphan because of her.”
Dad sighed as he set the crate down beside the Aga.“You may be right. Poor Ella. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let her drive in the dark.”
A scuffling noise came from the oven. Jasmine looked round.
“Oh, look! Dotty’s trying to stand up.”
The little fawn lifted her head. Her tiny hooves scrabbled on the newspaper as she struggled to get a foothold on the slippery surface. She jerked
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