The little one slurped from the saucer on the ground while the doe drank from the pedestal bath. But the saucer ran dry while the fawn lapped, and she was still thirsty. She circled the pedestal, and stretched, trying angles and stances. She tried over and over, from one side or the other, until she found a way to drink the high water.
As young as she is, she's already practicing survival. She may outlast this drought.