Oh Deer
I was driving a borrowed car when I got the big opportunity. Driving home along a rural road, I saw brake lights in front of me. “That’s funny,” I thought. “There’s not usually traffic there in the morning.” Two police officers stood by a crumpled deer. The silver hatchback with a shattered windshield told the rest of the story. My thoughts caught up with reality, and I pulled over. I scampered along the shoulder in time to hear the officers shoot the wounded buck. The