And she is still new to this world, dwarfed by her mother, her fur like fresh velvet. What will she see in her short life? The headlights of a car, careening towards her? Down the barrel of a hunting rifle? And she is so beautiful, with innocent eyes, and legs too weak to walk on. She tries anyway. And that’s the beauty of life, trying, even if you think you are going to fail. Because just like this beautiful and tiny child, who is trying and trying and trying, even though she will fail. Her life like everyone’s, is beautiful.