Kismet It was a late winter day; snow blanketed the woodland floor. It was near impossible to see through the thicket of bushes and trees that made up the whole of the forest. Fresh deer prints indented the newly fallen snow. Ahead, in the undergrowth dense with trees and snow-covered foliage, lay a pearl-white doe and her baby fawn. The creature conveyed a sense of delicateness, like china in a cupboard, so alluring yet so awfully fragile. The doe got up and began browsing around a nearby bush. In the brush just beyond the sight of the mother, you could see the sleek profile of a creature prowling through the trees. Making hardly any noise, the body of a cougar emerged from behind the doe; its teeth were bared, its eyes gleaming with hunger