The Story of the Flopping Deer

One day... there was a little baby deer who was walking through the Somerset County forest with his momma.

Momma decided that now would be a fun time to teach her fawn about a funerific game called "Chicken."

Momma ran out into the middle of Route 287 and waited... no... dared cars to hit her one late June evening around...let's say... 9ish.

Cars swerved and avoided making contact with Momma.

Momma encouraged baby deer to play the same game... yeup...that's right... in the middle of Route 287... on a late June evening... around... yeup... 9ish.

Baby Deer ran across two lanes of the traffic and thought that the Mattress truck would be soft so he let the truck hit him at full force.

Baby Deer and his body went straight up into the air and landed on his neck. His body didn't want to die right away so he flopped all over the ground and cars did their darnedest to avoid hitting the poor deer's carcas.

The Smelmooo's Buick was one of those cars... and the driver of the Buick... Smelmooo was sad to see Baby Deer and his body in that state.

Momma saw what happened and giggled... Survival of the Fittest... Survival of the Fittest...

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And that dear readers is how I viewed the twitching deer in the middle of Route 287 on a recent late June evening... say... around... 9ish.