A short story by Alyssa Martin Once, many turns ago, there lived a Willow Tree in a garden of Wisteria. At the time of this tale there lived a Fallow Fawn, which had been left under the roots of the grand Willow by her mother. The Doe who had left her, The Willow had told her, had done so with guilt in her eyes. “She did not wish to,” The Willow had said many times, “An old tree such as myself can always tell.” “Whyever did she do it then?” the Fawn always pleaded, “Why did she leave me...