The day began normally, we prepared the command for France, and then prepared ouselves to go in the vines.
But suddently, Franck, our employee, told me that an animal just entenred in my house.
Something not too big, and that doesn't seems too agressive for us.
With courage, we all walked to the house, to watch what kind of aggressive and dangerous foreigner it was.
... A fawn, nice and sweet, who looked terrified, serching for his mother ...
A big responsibility for all of us, we had to take care of him, and not to let him be scared of the situation.
The fawn just goes out from the house, and passes in front of us, as if he didn't saw us.
At this moment, I told to my team :
Clement, take the rifle, Franck, turn on the barbecue, I begin to prepare the sauces.
(Bad joke), in reality, I called some specialists of wild animal, to know exactly what to do in this situation. He told me
that the main thing is to take him to the nearest forest, and for sure, we didn't had to touch the fawn (You can imagine how easy it is, to take a fawn outside of the village only with our voices and presence ...
But that's what we have done, it took more than an our, but the fawn came back to its natural house.
We all wish he'll find the way back to his mother, and grow far from the hunter.
Some pictures of the fawn in our house : 
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