• Home
  • Posts RSS
Blue Orange Green Pink Purple

In Which Inky has a Realio-Trulio Terrifying Experience

I went outside for a bit of a stroll around quarter-to-seven this morning. It was beginning to be light, but still rather cold - the cars outside were frozen over and the grass was a little stiff with frost. I was wearing a poncho/cloak-like coat which was brown and made of some fuzzy stuff you usually find in blankets (hence its awesome status in the realm of coats). I say this not to provide you with a Suedepthian description of my attire, but merely as a possible explanation for what followed: because no matter how comfortable the coat, I look rather funny in it.

Anyway, so out I go, whether to clear my head or just blatantly avoid homework stuff you can decide. I am halfway down the road that runs the length of our property when I realize that there are six or seven deer in the neighbor's yard and half of them are crowding in the road, skittishly eying me. Well, I'm feeling in a good mood (benevolent towards the critters and all that) so I decide, 'ah, may as well just walk about on my property and not go chase them off.' So I turn off the road and begin wandering about on the flat part of our land which we've dubbed The Soccer Field (not in any way to be confused with The Gully, which is on one end of our property, or The Trees, which are nearest to the house). Mostly I look at the ground, now and then looking to the sky to (jealously?) stare at the half-moon which is blue with early-morning fog. 'Midst my musings I get the crawling sensation I'm being watched, so I whip about (oh the hair-whipping coat-swirling drama!) and BAM.

Messrs Deer, Deer, Deer, and Whitetail (the only one of them who was not an immediate family relation) with a few of the Deer sisters are all lining the border between our property and the next and just staring.

I don't mean 'yeah, they're sort of facing my direction, so if I play this up in my mind a bit they could all be looking at me...' When I say staring, I mean STARING.

I could feel their malice even with The Gully between us. Weren't they just...all the way over...there? Aren't deer supposed to...run away? Like, as in, 'FEAR THE HUMAN!'?

I was so startled I took a step back (to better assess the situation, of course), and they each took a step forward! Sensing that something dramatic was about to occur, I took two more steps backward and held my breath. Two steps forward took the deer.

My dramatic-occurrence-sensor pulsing wildly, I glared at the deer with all the 'fear me! I am human!' sentiment I could muster. The words You shall not pass! lingered in my throat, ready to spring from my lips, but I had no staff to kathunk in defiance, no weapon at all save my mp3 player and a nearby soccer ball. It seemed that the words Er, now, I'm sure we can all be reasonable here were more ready in the coming...

"Or perhaps, you know, equal opportunity for man and beast to traipse about these grassy hills, surely that's a noble sentiment... Er, yes, quite noble, and I'll be going now," I said aloud to the looming deer, who merely took a few more steps toward me. The Gully was still between them and me, but their malice was felt even across that distance. "Mind The Pit," I said helpfully, gesturing towards the six-plus foot deep cavern my brothers and I had labored on over the years. With any luck, one would fall in, and I could interrogate him later (hopefully Messr. Whitetail, as he looked to be the most skittish of the lot). That would make for an impassioned scene, and maybe I could get one of my siblings to play the good cop...

My mind buzzing with battle plans and in no way adopting a retreat mentality (of course), I turned and walked calmly toward the house, keenly aware of eyes following me. When I was to The Trees, I turned and found the deer slowly retreating as well. Perhaps I had intimidated them as well - but I think not, for I could see their smug faces and almost hear their equally-smug remarks:

"Ha ha! We showed her! No one's gonna mess with the deer again!"

"Yeah, that showed her--"

"Shut up, Whitetail, you were on the verge of bolting the whole time!"

"Was not!"


Chasing deer seemed better than the chemistry that awaited me inside. I sighed for a pair of good running shoes and an electric cattle prod as I made my way slowly beneath the trees and into the garage.

(The events given in this story are true, if perhaps dramatised or even (though improbably) exaggerated.)
Read More 3 Missages | scribbled by Unknown edit post

3 Missages

  1. Marigold on February 17, 2009 at 5:08 PM

    Oh, my, that's hilarious!!!! I've heard that the deer out there are rather brazen, but still...

     
  2. E.R. on February 18, 2009 at 10:38 PM

    *laughs* (My brain can't come up with anything more responsive right now....)

     
  3. MJC on March 4, 2009 at 11:54 PM

    I kept waiting for you to write that a hunter took aim (or maybe even a shot) at you, what with your description of the brown coat and all. At least that didn't happen, right? That noted, it's a good thing you weren't dressed up like an ear of corn....

     


Post a Comment
Newer Post Older Post Home

The Blind Leads:

  • A Spirit Not Of Fear
  • A Vapor in the Wind
  • Define "Weird"
  • Logbook 98
  • Petr's Blog
  • Scribbles & Ink Stains
  • The Everyday Miracle
  • The Penslayer
  • The Poetry of Lost Things
  • Winged Writings & Feathered Photos

The Authoress

Unknown
View my complete profile

Currently Writing:

Currently Writing:
Summary: A raggle-taggle tale of... something. Romance, children's fairy tales, and the misadventures of a detective all thrown together into one cup. Let steep 3-5 minutes. Cream and sugar, according to taste.
Progress: 22,346 words
Status: In-Progress

Currently Listening to:

  • Birds On a Wire - Hawk in Paris
  • Worn - Tenth Ave. North
  • Waking the Dead - MPJ
  • Not With Haste - Mumford & Sons
  • Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons
  • Firstborn Son - Andrew Osenga
  • You'll Find Your Way - Andrew Peterson

Currently Devouring (Figuratively)

  • Signs Amid the Rubble - Newbigin
  • The White Horse King - Merkle
  • Monster in the Hollows - Peterson
  • Little Dorrit - Dickens
  • Notes from the Underground - Dostoevsky

Read the Printed Word!

Twitter & Chirp:

Lighthearted Labels:

A.A. Milne Andrew Peterson Battling Unbelief Beauties That Pierce Like Swords Beautiful People Brokenness Chesterton Darjeeling Falcon Dorothy Sayers Dusty Greeks I Need Jesus Jane Austen Joy in the Journey Lady Jane Life's Soundtrack LifeIsRelationship Love Miss Brewster OMySoul Odd Lewis References Paradoxes Pieces of poems Puritans Steep Tales Story Scribblage Tenth Avenue North The Extraordinary Ordinary Wodehouse Writer's Block

Ancient Scribblings

  • ► 2013 (5)
    • ► December 2013 (1)
    • ► July 2013 (1)
    • ► April 2013 (1)
    • ► March 2013 (1)
    • ► January 2013 (1)
  • ► 2012 (19)
    • ► October 2012 (2)
    • ► September 2012 (1)
    • ► August 2012 (5)
    • ► April 2012 (2)
    • ► March 2012 (2)
    • ► February 2012 (4)
    • ► January 2012 (3)
  • ► 2011 (64)
    • ► December 2011 (5)
    • ► November 2011 (4)
    • ► October 2011 (4)
    • ► September 2011 (3)
    • ► August 2011 (14)
    • ► July 2011 (4)
    • ► June 2011 (6)
    • ► May 2011 (4)
    • ► April 2011 (6)
    • ► February 2011 (6)
    • ► January 2011 (8)
  • ► 2010 (10)
    • ► December 2010 (1)
    • ► November 2010 (2)
    • ► October 2010 (3)
    • ► September 2010 (1)
    • ► August 2010 (2)
    • ► January 2010 (1)
  • ▼ 2009 (58)
    • ► December 2009 (4)
    • ► November 2009 (1)
    • ► October 2009 (1)
    • ► September 2009 (6)
    • ► June 2009 (4)
    • ► May 2009 (5)
    • ► April 2009 (9)
    • ► March 2009 (6)
    • ▼ February 2009 (6)
      • "What am I waiting for? I-I dunno. Something amazi...
      • "I plan to live forever or die trying."
      • In Which Inky has a Realio-Trulio Terrifying Exper...
      • What Hell Means from 'Cold War in Hell'
      • "Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that...
      • Isaiah 35
    • ► January 2009 (16)
  • ► 2008 (41)
    • ► December 2008 (4)
    • ► November 2008 (4)
    • ► October 2008 (2)
    • ► September 2008 (6)
    • ► June 2008 (1)
    • ► May 2008 (6)
    • ► April 2008 (9)
    • ► March 2008 (2)
    • ► February 2008 (4)
    • ► January 2008 (3)
  • ► 2007 (8)
    • ► December 2007 (2)
    • ► November 2007 (5)
    • ► October 2007 (1)
  • Search






    • Home
    • Posts RSS
    • Comments RSS
    • Edit

    © Copyright Insanity Comes Naturally. All rights reserved.
    Blog Skins Designed by FTL Wordpress Themes | | Free Wordpress Templates. Unblock through myspace proxy.
    brought to you by Smashing Magazine

    Back to Top