As I was leaving my house tonight, I opened the front door to find a herd of deer in my driveway (frightening... i know). They were pretty much circling my car, with a look of utmost anger in their eyes. Why, you might ask? BECAUSE THEY WANTED REVENGE!
You see, two years ago I accidentally hit and killed a deer who carelessly dodged in front of my car. Clearly, this deer was a cousin of the herd that now stood threateningly before me.
Naturally, I counted them to see what my odds were. The numbers concluded: 19 deer, 1 me. So I did what any fearless girl of nearly 21 would do. I ran back inside the house and locked the door.
Eventually, the deer dispersed and I was free to leave. However, if I could speak deer, this is what I would have said, "I am sorry deer friends, for killing your cousin. I'm sure he was a valiant member of your herd. May he rest in peace."