Morning Visitors Update

There were many... umm... what would the word be? ...interesting comments on this particular post. I smiled, I giggled, I downright guffawed at how oddly the comment conversation went (by the way, for those not 'in the know' - those commenters are my older bro and younger sis).

(And yes, it is true I am the only one that turned out.)

(And yes, our dad and mom, and probably half the great state of MN, agree with this statement.)

Anyway, I had forgotten all about it. Until this morning, when one of my dear deer friends came back to talk to me about it. They wanted to set things straight, clear the air a bit, I guess.

She feels like she was totally misrepresented. Flesh eating deer? Come on now. Perhaps if you were bark flavored.

Here is the actual dictation of our conversation :

Little Deer : Hey, I've got a bit of a bone to pick with you.
Me : What the motherfuck?! You TALK?
Little Deer : When absolutely necessary. Besides, for this blogpost joke to work, you need to accept that I do.
Me : Ummm... okay talking deer. What do you want from me? By the way, I feel this is a very appropriate time for me to say I was TRICKED into eating venison by my husband and his brother. I still have not forgiven them (true story...).
Little Deer : I understand. We are a tasty bunch. Here is where our problem lies -
Me : You mean, you are okay with hunting?
Little Deer : If the person hunting uses the meat without obtaining any joy from my killing which was done humanely? Yes. As a blood sport which you rationalize by eating the my flesh? Nope.
Me : Wow... that is a hard line to draw... How would you ever know if the person was hunting because they like the killing, or if they just were performing what is necessary to obtain the meat?
Little Deer : They know. They are the ones how have to live with themselves, and that knowledge.
Me : You're a philosophical bunch, you deers.
Little Deer : Yeah, not much to do in the woods. Except read Peter Singer.
Me : Interesting...
Little Deer : Oh - one more thing, tell your sister I can climb stairs, but I don't exactly have a key to her apartment building, now do I? I mean, geez...
Me : I'll let her know. Or perhaps I can leave a key for you under the mat? *laugh* Just kidding. I don't really want you to go rabid and eat her flesh. I would hate for my brother to be proved right. Anyway... anything else?
Little Deer : Hmm... oh yes, tell your daughter she is right. Those squirrels are f 'en crazy. She is right to be wary.
Me : Okay, thanks for the warning.
Little Deer : Hey, no prob. That is what us talking deer are for.


So, there you go, right from the whitetails mouth. Never has truer words been spoken.

By a deer.

Glad I could clear the air.


Peace.