My mother thinks that there is just one of every animal in our woods. She is living in a fable world, where there are lessons and every animal means something. The Fox is a sneaky, skinny murderer who probably smokes cigarettes, can’t grow a full beard like God can, and thinks pens with naked bikini ladies on them are funny. The lawn is a dangerous place for all of the animals because humans are natural predators, like in Peter Rabbit. The Deer is a promising young woman who works in an office and the Hawk is a kidnapper who can’t control himself.
