Suddenly she raised her head, the long ears shot up, and she seemed to sniff the air.

She waded through the deeper water to get round a rocky bluff which ran out into the creek.

Then she turned and called the little one.

The fawn waded until the water reached its knees, then stopped and uttered piteous little bleats.
Encouraged by the soft crooning it plunged into the deep water and with great splashing and floundering managed to swim the short distance.

Its slender legs shook as it staggered up the bank.
Exhausted or frightened, it shrank close to its mother.