Freakin’ Honkin’ Bambi

So I’m sitting here, minding my own business, watching my too-sick-to-go-to-school youngest grandson play Minecraft, when who should go by RIGHT OUTSIDE THE WINDOW BUT A DEER THE SIZE OF A PERCHERON. Seriously, a team of deer the size of this one could totally pull a truck full of Budweiser.

It just strolled on past the office window, raising its right front hoof long enough to give me the finger — in front of my young grandson, too — and trotted around the side of the house and down to the garden to see if anything was left after the deer and rabbit depredations of the summer.

relative sizes of horse and the deer outside my window
relative sizes of horse and the deer outside my window

I haven’t had the heart — or the nerve — to go see if the blueberry bushes are still standing.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A wild animal prowls around a house.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Freakin’ Honkin’ Bambi

  1. Jane

    November 14, 2013 at 9:41am

    Maybe it was an aurochs you saw! Stepping through time and space to take a look at your produce!?

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      Marian Allen

      November 14, 2013 at 1:18pm

      Say, maybe it was, at that! How amazing! By the way, your change of email has lost your avatar, but it’s also lost my website’s insistence on flagging you for moderation. :/

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