The hunter’s heart began to beat faster. He slowly lifted the rifle, aimed, and held his breath.

Bang.

The shot echoed loudly, but the bullet missed. The frightened animals instantly vanished between the trees.

Desperate and exhausted, the man wandered through the forest for several more hours, but without success. His legs ached, his stomach growled, and his head began to spin from fatigue.

He decided to take a break, sat down beside a huge oak tree, leaned the rifle against the trunk… and didn’t even notice when his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

He didn’t know that he was being watched the entire time. From a distance, behind some bushes, the small fawn — the same one he had tried to shoot that morning — followed his every move.

The fawn waited. And when it realized the man was sound asleep, it cautiously stepped out of the bushes. Its thin legs trembled, but curiosity outweighed fear.

It approached the sleeping man. It sniffed the air. Then it stretched its tiny muzzle toward him and stopped just a few centimeters from his face, as if checking whether he was still alive.

And then something happened that truly terrified the man 😱😨 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

The fawn noticed the rifle leaning against the tree. For a moment, it simply stared at it… and then did something that would later leave the man horrified.

The fawn gently grabbed the rifle strap with its teeth, tugged — once… twice… and when it felt the weapon loosen, it quickly turned and began dragging the rifle deeper into the forest.

The strap scraped over the dry leaves as the fawn’s thin legs moved with surprising confidence and speed.

When the man woke up, the first thing he saw was the empty space beside the tree. The rifle was gone.

At first, he thought someone had stolen it. Then — that maybe it had fallen and rolled somewhere out of sight.

But the longer he searched, the more a cold fear gripped him.

The rifle had vanished. Without a trace. And somewhere deep in the forest, the little fawn was standing beside the weapon and, according to forest rangers, later dragged it into an old burrow among the oak roots — a place where no human would ever find it.

The man never discovered where the rifle went. The little fawn, whom he had nearly killed, seemed to have taken its revenge.

Since that day, the man has never gone hunting again.