August 28th, 2012
I went out to check on the garden one day. Not unusual, not unusual in the slightest. What WAS unusual was the deer standing on the hillside - dangerously close to the garden.
I bent down to pick up a rock - and the deer took off running. But not before that rock landed square on its rump. It vanished into the ravine, but my inner amazon wasn't done yet. I heard it crashing through the underbrush, even though I couldn't see it, so, feeling like a warrior, I picked up another rock. I lobbed it into the ravine, where it crashed, rolled, and generally sounded like a herd of elephants blundering around. I heard the deer take off again.
I felt satisfied when I went back in the house. Rather like a returning conqueror, actually.
I bent down to pick up a rock - and the deer took off running. But not before that rock landed square on its rump. It vanished into the ravine, but my inner amazon wasn't done yet. I heard it crashing through the underbrush, even though I couldn't see it, so, feeling like a warrior, I picked up another rock. I lobbed it into the ravine, where it crashed, rolled, and generally sounded like a herd of elephants blundering around. I heard the deer take off again.
I felt satisfied when I went back in the house. Rather like a returning conqueror, actually.
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