"So there aren't any more Spike Horns!" said Nimble somewhat sadly.
"Oh, yes! Plenty!" Dodger answered. "But they're an entirely new crop. They were fawns last year."
When he heard that bit of news Nimble felt happier. And as soon as he parted from Dodger the Deer he went and found some of the new Spike Horns and showed them his wonderful two-point antlers.
But somehow they didn't seem at all impressed. They were too much taken up with their own spikes to pay any attention to Nimble.
"Anyhow," he said to himself, "we 'two-pointers' can have some good mock battles together."
And they did. They had mock battles that became famous all around Blue Mountain. And of all the "two-pointers" that lived in that neighborhood, Nimble and his friend Dodger the Deer were known as the best sham-fighters. They could look fiercer and act angrier than any of their young friends. And the way they tore into each other was almost enough to frighten you, if you had seen them.
Old Mr. Crow said it was worth flying a mile to watch one of their set-tos.