That Deer

So, I was in my room listening to music one evening, and I saw a deer.

It wouldn't have been particularly memorable, if it weren't for the fact that it was walking. In the direction of the garden.

I have wanted real fencing for a long time now, but my family can't afford to buy the stuff. So we have wire strung around the garden, with orange tape flapping madly in the wind, and empty pie-tins clanging. That, however,doesn't keep the deer out.

So I dash out of the house in my slippers, feeling every little pebble on the ground, and making as much noise as possible. I don't yell and scream, though. I look wild enough as it is, taking flying leaps through the air and landing with a grimace on that awful pointy rock. I do, however, have the satisfaction of hearing that doe crash through the underbrush, probably wondering what sort of weird thing that human family is keeping as a pet NOW.

What else could I do? They keep eating my carrots!