Till Then, My Deer.
Read Count : 62
Category : Stories
Sub Category : Comedy
I slowly aproch the eatery. No one is there, so, I partake of this sweet salad. Until someone else apoaches. A young man, my age.
He begins to partake of the delicious salad as well. I see no malice in his eyes. I look to him and attempt to speak, but, I cannot, as I am an animal. I am a doe, a female deer as it were.
