The deer had been struck and killed by a car. A passing motorist on the narrow mountain road saw a slight movement and stopped. Huddled beside the dead deer was a fawn with the umbilical cord still attached. “I don't suppose you have a chance，" the motorist told the tiny creature as he tied off the cord， ”but at least I'll take you where it's warm.“

　　The nearest place was the powerhouse of New Jersey's Glen Gardner Center for Geriatrics， a state institution. Maintenance men there quickly produced rags to make a bed behind the boiler for the fawn. Then they took a rubber glove， pricked pinholes in a finger， diluted some milk and offered it to the fawn， who drank eagerly.

　　With the men taking turns feeding the fawn， the little deer's wobbly legs and curiosity soon grew strong enough to bring it out from its bed behind the boiler. On their breaks， the men petted and played with the baby. "If it's a female， we'll call her Jane Doe，“ they laughed. But it was a male， so they taught him to answer to "Frankie，" short for Frank Buck.

　　Frankie became especially attached to one of the men， an electrician named Jean. On nice days， Frankie stepped outside with his new friend， enjoying the fresh air and scratches behind the ears. Sometimes other deer came out of the woods to graze. When Frankie caught their scent， his head came up.

　　"You'd better tie him or we'll lose him，“ someone commented. Jean shook his head. "He'll know when it's time to go，" he said. Frankie began following Jean on his rounds， and the slight， white-haired man followed by the delicate golden fawn soon became a familiar sight.

　　One day a resident， noticing Frankie waiting by a door for Jean， invited the deer in. Glen Gardner housed old people who had been in state mental hospitals and needed special care. When Frankie was discovered inside， the staff rushed to put him outside. But when they saw how eagerly one resident after another reached out to touch him， they let him stay. When Frankie appeared， smiles spread and people who seldom spoke asked the deer's name.

　　Discovering a line in front of the payroll's clerk's window one day， Frankie companionably joined it. When his turn came， the clerk peered out at him. "Well， Frankie，" she said， "I wouldn’t mind giving you a paycheck. You're our best social worker！"

　　The deer had the run of Glen Gardner until late fall， when the superintendent noticed he was growing antlers. Fearful he might accidentally injure a resident， the supervisor decreed banishment. Frankie continued to frequent the grounds， but as the months passed he explored farther afield. When he was a year old， the evening came when he didn't return to the powerhouse； now he was on his own.

　　那鹿被車撞死了。一個在狹窄山路上開車經過的人看見有東西微微一動，就停下了車。蜷縮在死鹿旁的是頭臍帶未斷的初生幼鹿。“我想你活的希望不大，”開車人一邊扯斷臍帶一邊對這個小生靈說道，“但至少我要把你帶到一個暖和的地方。”

　　最近的地方是新澤西州州立格倫加德納老年醫學中心的電工室。那里的工作人員立即拿出碎布，在鍋爐后面給小鹿鋪了張床。然后，他們找來一只橡膠手套，在一個指頭上扎了幾個洞眼，灌上稀釋的牛奶喂小鹿。它急不可耐地喝著。

　　工作人員輪流喂奶，小鹿晃晃悠悠的腿很快長得有勁，好奇心也隨之增長，開始從鍋爐后面的床出來。工作人員一休息，就摸摸它，逗它玩。他們笑著說，“它要是母的，就叫它簡?多伊。”但是，它是頭公鹿。他們教它熟悉“弗蘭基”這個名字，這是雄鹿弗蘭克的簡稱。

　　弗蘭基尤其喜歡他們當中一個叫瓊的電工。天氣好的時候，弗蘭基和它的新朋友一起出來，享受清新的空氣并搔搔耳背。有時，別的鹿從樹林里出來吃草，弗蘭基聞見它們的氣味時，就抬起頭來。

　　有人建議說，“最好控上它，要不然會丟的。”

　　瓊搖頭表示不同意。他說，“到該走的時候，他會知道的。”

　　弗蘭基開始尾隨瓊巡視。不久，瘦小、白發的電工后面跟著纖弱、金黃色的小鹿就成了人們熟悉的景象。

　　有一天，格倫加德納療養中心的一位老人看見弗蘭基在門旁等瓊，就請小鹿進去。中心住著在州立精神病院接受過治療、需要特別照顧的老年人。工作人員一發現小鹿，就急忙要把它轟走。但是當他們看到人們都迫切地伸出手去摸它，就讓小鹿留下了。從此每當弗蘭基一出現，到處可見到微笑，連那些平常極少說話的老人也打聽小鹿叫什么名字。

　　一天，弗蘭基發現發工資的窗口前面有人排著隊，它也跟著人們排隊。輪到它時，負責發工資的工作人員盯著它說道，“是啊，弗蘭基，我真想給你張支票，你是我們最好的社會工作者！”

　　暮秋前，弗蘭基在療養中心一直行動自由。直到有一天，中心的主管注意到它開始長角了。中心負責人擔心它會意外傷著住宿的老人，決定禁止它出入。弗蘭基仍常去附近的場地。隨著時光流逝，它去更遠的田野探索。年滿1歲后的一天傍晚，它沒有回到老年中心的電工室，它開始獨立生活了。

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