
“Hey, Twiggy. What are you looking at?”
“A whole herd of moochers.”

“Moochers? What do you mean?”
“Those deer who have Mom buffaloed.”

“Scoot over, let me see.”
“There they are getting handouts.”

“Wow. You are right. Why do you call them moochers?”
“Because they always have a hoof out for carrots.”

“Carrots? You and I don’t eat carrots.”
“I know it’s just the principle.”

“Oh, I get it. Mom pays attention to them.”
“Well, yeah.”

“And you are jealous.”
“Hold on. There’s one that deserves to be barked to St Louis.”

“How long have you had this obsessive jealousy of the deer?”
“I don’t have an obsessive jealousy. It’s just, I think these guys have the potential to take over the yard.”

“A cute little fawn like that one is going to take over?”
“It grows up. Sometimes it turns into a big ole buck.”

“Well, they are leaving.”
“They will be back. Trust me.”

“You going to wait here for them?”
“I just might.”

“How long are you going to wait?”
“We have all day.”
“What do you mean, ‘We?'”
“Okay then. I have all day.”







































































































