The deer was in a strange mood. Munching on some leaves, he muttered »In the old days, the grass used to be greener«.
A little voice coming from the grass nearby said: »And what are you going to do about it?«
»What do you mean: do about it??«
»You can complain all you want, it won’t change a thing. Get the word out, tell everybody what you found out, share your experience and make this a wiser world!« The voice sounded more and more excited.
»Nobody will listen« the deer complained. »People are never interested.«
»Did you even try?« whose ever voice it was, it had a point, thought the deer.
»So you want me to climb onto the rock and shout my stories out into the wood with my mighty deer‘s voice?«
(The deer was quite proud of it’s belling.)
»C‘mon, it’s the 21st century!«, the little voice replied, »I know we are just creatures in the wood, but still …«
»So what do I do then?«
»Start a blog!«