The Goblin and The Deer

Early today I spotted a trapped goblin. Its feet clamped in an old rusty beartrap hidden beneath a lone maple. There wasn't much fight left in the green fellow as he was phasing in and out of consciousness.
 
Suddenly a deer appeared in the meadow. Grazing in the tall grass. It was curious about the goblin and approached him. A blade was drawn, swiftly and with deadly precision. The deer fell silent.
 
The goblin stood up and removed the faulty beartrap from its shin and started gutting the fresh kill. Then he flayed the animal before carving off tender meat. After a while he knit everything up, ready for the haul.
 
I drew my blade ready to pounce from the shadows, hesitated for a second, before sheathing it again. What a fool i was. That goblin didn't deserve such a fate. So i let him walk, right into the spikepit i made last night.