Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Day 288: Oh deer, I heard a twig snap

"I HATE peeing in the woods at night," he thought.


Anonymous said...

He is a such sturdy little fellow. I suspect he grows weary of being called "husky" by the taller, lither bucks in the herd. Poor little guy. I shall call him Oliver.

K. Marie Criddle said...

And of course, in the end Oliver is the only one short enough to run under Farmer Skeeter's electric fence and get help for the rest of the trapped herd. Oliver saves the day and all the deer revere his huskiness! Happy endings for all! :D

Keriann Greaney Martin said...

So many times when I read the captions below your drawings, I burst out laughing. Out loud. In real life. That's not easy for me, yo. I'm a hard nut to crack.

Your wittiness and humor is one of the best things I love about you :).