My parents live in a log cabin on the edge of a small wooded area. Deer linger beneath their fruit trees. A fawn settled on their front steps once.
We dropped by to see their new furniture and rug. The evening was picaresque. Everything was perfectly arranged. The Christmas tree twinkled. Picture windows offered a view of the woods. Sadie-dog lay at my father's feet on the floor--chewing on a bone.
No, check that. She was chewing on a bone---covered in fur---with a hoof!
That Bambi was fresh, too.
I don't know where she found it, but I heard that antlers are on the porch today.
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