Dum de dum....
I'm just walking through the backyard...
Maybe I'll snack on this shrub...
Hmmm, I wish my antlers would grow some more...
Maybe if I don't move a muscle they won't see me...
Dum de dum...
My father came upstairs as The Canadian, my mother, and I had our noses pressed to the window.
"Why are you letting that buck eat my shrubs?!" he roared.
"Because I'm taking pictures, Dad," I replied. Obviously.
He stomped outside and gave that buck a piece of his mind, "Hey! Get out of my yard! And don't come back!"
You tell 'em.
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