Day 8- Early School Days

He was still very young, just old enough that his grub-like body had transformed into a more bipedal form. He walked over to his lusus and tapped on his thigh gently. "Father.....my friends said....that they're in.....school....what about...me?" The deer lifted his head slowly and looked into Gergos's eyes. He held his gaze for a few seconds, then turned to the treetops. "I can teach you nothing." He lowered his head and continued eating. Gergos stared up at him in disbelief. "Then....what do I...do?" "Let the forest be your guide." The lusus spoke, mouth full of grass. Gergos sighed and walked off. "Let...the forest....be my guide?" He wondered. Maybe there was something to be learnt, from the singing birds and the soft sunlight. Maybe the forest would teach him more than his lusus could ever.