Pips was sitting in the middle of the green meadow, lazily chomping on a single strand of grass. He was surrounded by his family and friends. It seemed like everyone had chosen to be outside today, but that wasn’t strange because it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the grass was green and the only wind present was a soft, warm, caressing one. Pips scanned the field slowly for any sign of Dandelion. Not the flowers of course, they’d never been his taste. No. Pips was looking for the most beautiful doe of the colony. Today, this beautifully perfect day, would be the day. Today was the day…