What was it like to be a deer? It’s hard to imagine because
human beings, particularly western ones are no longer creatures of the moment. We
float now, more like ghosts or automatons than people, trapped in our minds or
in the glare of a computer screen. What was it like for the deer in that moment
before time expired? Did deer’s sit around thinking about the day of their
death? Did it change their conception of life to know that they were only going
to live for five or twelve years or however long deer lived? For some reason
the image of his old hamster, dead after two years popped into his head, and he
imagined a domesticated version of a deer bowling through the house in a giant
plastic ball, knocking over furniture on its way outside. It was, as many
thoughts are that we choose not to share, patently absurd.
Someone
was going to have to kill the deer.
“Do we
just drive over it again?” For a while H walked around on the side of the road
looking for a large rock. The fact is that he wouldn’t have done anything with
the rock if he had it in his hand, but he wanted to feel useful, so he looked
for a large rock that he would do nothing with.
“What
speed do you think we’d have to get up to in order to, you know, end things?”
“Is it
troubling at all that we’re standing around talking about this deer’s death
right in front of it?”
“Would
moving out of earshot be more appropriate in any way shape or form?”
A blue
sedan whizzed past as the two of them stood ten feet away from the deer, though
now H was looking for a large stick that he could use as a club. There was no
way that he could club the deer, even being near it nearly brought him to tears
or made him feel nauseous. The coppery scent of blood hung thick and insects
were starting to whir.
“We
have to do it,” Daniel said, not moving.
Then
they heard the slow purr of an old engine and the blue sedan pulled slowly over
to the side of the road and a middle-aged man got out. He was balding and round
around the middle, but he moved briskly out of the car, slamming his door and
walking towards them. He was wearing white tennis shoes and old blue jeans.
“What
are you all up to?” he asked, shading the sun from his eyes with his right
hand.
“He
came out of nowhere,” Daniel said, shaking his head.
"fix that"is the slogan for all males in the united states..
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and not just in this case!!