Fear the deer who's marbled eyes project the hunter's home, for in it's mind.. a plot so blind, there settles in it's dome. Approaching near, a raging vengence twitches with each nerve- the only thought's; that all the humans get what they deserve. The dobermen chained in the yard who bark without resistance, don't ever seem to spring the guard, so onward walks persistence. Inside the cabin sits the swine who murdered off it's kin, two playing cards and sipping wine, and one who sleeps within. It's father's and it's uncle's crown sit high above the table, outlooking in eternal frowns, while Springer's on the cable. The humans in their merriment suffuse themselves with laughter, so riddled up with drunken coo, whilst victims hang the rafters. Then with an angry burst of speed it plunges through the window, spoiling the very docile scene with shards of loud crescendo. The hunters spriteful jollying ends quickly and abrupt, staunched by the hostile visit of a most unruly buck....
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Staring down upon them, as white steam fumes from it's nose... the angry deer provokes a fear that twittles through their toes. One hunter's gaze engulfs the next as urine starts to run, then in a haze their bodies raise, in scramble for a gun. But as they try to breach the chest, they're answered by it's prongs- upheavaled by their brutely guest, exposing inner thongs. And with a yelp they're lifted high..up ten feet in the air- Awaking now the other guy, who scurries with a scare. Up from his bunk he hustles out with bullets in his britches, the rowdy buck gives him a bout that will require stitches. The hunters in their hastiness retreat outside the house, even with the fattest one light-stepping like a mouse. The deer now stands alone inside with antlers drenched in gore, nerves pulsing as the rage resides, it promptly locks the door. Human eyes avertly peer inside the open frame, watching as the deer kicks back and kindles up a flame. Right in the very room they sat, the deer smokes on cigar- puffing out the ghostly fumes that blithely travel far... There in the hunter's rocking chair it cozies in it's ass, then to it's kin up in the air it hoisters up a glass.