I was first born a stag and three hundred years I lived as he. But without a doe, or one of my kind, life paled and I was glad to change.
I next became an eagle soaring high. Three hundred years I lived as he, but my cries brought no mate, and again I was glad to change.
I became a salmon, swimming in the pool beneath the hazels. Three hundred years I lived as he and great wisdom had I. But I had no mate and so I wished to die.
At last, the magician Gwydion saw my fate and changed me back into a deer. He changed a hound into a doe for me to take as mate. Happy now did I live out my final years.
I hope my Irish friends will forgive my spin on their tale, and my Welsh friends forgive me the borrowing of Gwydion
crispina kemp 
And what a nice tale it is, well done!
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Thank you. A long time since I’ve read the original
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My pleasure have a good weekend
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Thank you. I shall try. Hope you do too 😊​😊​😊​
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Thanx, I also try🤗
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😊​😊​😊​
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A lovely story Crispina
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Thank you
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I love that you have woven two different cultural tales into one!
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I’m familiar with Gwydion, but not with the Irish equivalent. But I do know the Irish story. And so…
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I love it. I am, actually, writing my very own post to your picture, as we “speak” 😉
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Oh, I might delve in here before my usual Friday. Or, if I see it on Twitter, I’ll delve in then 😊​😊​😊​
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It felt very whimsical, I enjoyed it
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Thank you. I do occasional pen something serious. But not often. I like whimsy
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